Running just as fast as we can...
Frilly, laughing children outrun
Adults' poetry...depending on that Muse's whims...
Defeat.
The child inside laughs, points. The Muse slinks
Away at giggles...defeat.
And the adult composes...happy!
Never realizing the inner child
Played words on the page.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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