-- There are times, 

sometimes moments,
sometimes hours when

every word comes out just right:
every syllable in the precise spot
the timing

Other days are a jumble:
stacks of mismatched syllables
a collection of nonsense;

I sit looking at my disoriented keyboard,
as a blank screen fills up with
clumsy blocks of text,
stanzas with amnesia.

A single keystroke, and the chalk is
the dust




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