46.

At times it’s hard to believe that I write poetry.

Or rather that when I write that’s what comes out.

I’m kind of an idiot when it comes to poetry.

I read it and mostly, don’t get it.

Days later I will be walking or weeding the garden then

D’oh myself, thinking, ‘that’s what she/he was talking about!’.

 

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