Is this the creative process? Where do words come from?
So often
I can’t figure
Where words come from
I sit
In the blue chair
And there they are
Dropped
From the ceiling
Dropped
From the sky
Dropped
Flown in
From a conversation
From something I read
Yesterday.
I plop it
On the paper.
There it is.
It’s almost like
Someone else
Wrote it
It’s almost like
Poetry.
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