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a poet with no good words

I sat this morning
in gray shadows.
candle lit, just right
brooding acoustic music
writing pad and pen

I sat this morning
to write you something,
some tangible whispering
of love, or adoration,
or flattery..

I pondered ridiculous
adjectives and a
marathon of run on sentences,
I sat this morning
to write you something,

but nothing came.

so I stilled myself,
in the quiet green beauty of
this foggy, Spring dawn
and thought of and
cared for nothing
save you.

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