A whole tray of cookies.
I can never write
Just one poem
Like cookies
Little snacks
And crispy bites
I can't just have one.
Eventually the dam breaks. Eventually it is time to stop.
But while I'm
Eating cookies
It's bliss
Writing
It's bliss
A moment between
Stanzas
A second glass
Of wine between
Lovers
The
Anticipation
The floating between the push pull.
Pure potential.
Joyfully fluid.
Finding the right moments
To start
And stop.
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