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Poet’s Block

On this day

no blanket of snow with

all its incumbent imagery

no thunder and lightning

no despair

no longing

no wish denied or fulfilled

no boundless joy

no guilt or recrimination

no pithy phrase

no piquant thought

no grand metaphor

for a life lived or unlived.

Just the impatient poet

(if poet at all)

tapping impotent pen

to paper in abject futility.

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