Michael Stephens

Rookie (04/14/1961 / Atlanta, GA)

Poem 69

it seems at times,
there’s nothing else to write about;
and yet this stubborn compulsion remains:
to arrange lines of syllabled rhymes,
couplets to remind you that it’s over
and perhaps its better that way.
none too happy of course;
but what can you do?
except to take up your pen

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