HIT & MISS Poem by Anne Vegter

If it takes time, being Anne Vegter.
Keeping the plates in the air, I venture.

Of course, it's hit and miss with me.
Yesterday someone said either it fits or kiss it goodbye.

Someone said genes of interest
grow rampant / theorists want to waste!

It doesn't necessarily cost time but the brain
(thinking of the prostrate years, calling it an anti-

thesis of desire) protrudes.
Readers look for someone to take a breather in.