Art Happens
Like an artist preparing his canvas and pallet,
I open a file and format the page.
I set the type style and font size and spacing.
It’s an ordinary ritual beginning the process
Of writing something someone finds extraordinary,
Or not. The merit of art is never predetermined.
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