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Since you told me you hate
what you write, I've formulated every trite
or profound encouragement as bait,
hooks for your mind or heart.
Such:
Hate is distraction. You must
love where you can, love
what you can. Hate is untidy
love. Hate is
half-hearted. Find your beautiful burning
hands in your memory's wick.
Tricks. Everything so
much simpler. What
I really want to tell you
is there are words here, waiting for yours.
On this page, on the next.
(for H.)
Sunday, June 29, 2008
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1 comment:
That's so lovely Sean! What a great poem. Thanks for sharing it with us/me/all!
Bises, Jen
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