Mar 2020
When suddenly
words come to me
I write them out
I scribble and scratch
separate a batch
turnaround
and reattach
scrapes of paper
scattered about
and somehow
someway
a poem comes out
words come to me
I write them out
I scribble and scratch
separate a batch
turnaround
and reattach
scrapes of paper
scattered about
and somehow
someway
a poem comes out
Traveler Tim
