On Not Writing Poetry
Didn’t write a poem today.
October 23rd,
heavy with autumn’s first cold,
numbing despite British tea.
Words played movie-like
across my screen,
pictures just out of focus
in that maddening way:
the smell of marble swirling,
the feel of air, not quite ripe.
I didn’t write a poem today.
Did I?
by Anni Macht Gibson
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