piles of documents in paper office

Writing Process [poem #162]

Books and papers litter the floor

there is a sun stream coming in through the window

illuminating the wreckage in my room.

Newspapers, books, papers, scribbled words on scraps

I live in this mess of words, their sounds echoing

through me and my writing.


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