red pen, keyboard, computer screen
in front of a window, gazing out at
a glorious day, behind me panes of sunlight
bisect eighteen sheets of paper
laid out on the floor to study,
disect, cut up, rewrite, the sun
passes from left to write towards
the mountains and fades away
into night, the moon rising to take
her place, papers stacked and stored
until tomorrow's red pen, keyboard
and computer screen.
pity me.
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