First Draft
A rough idea
invades brain waves.
Words flow. A pen glides,
line after line across the page.
Anticipation, hope rings.
It grows, lives, sings.
Evaluate, punctuate
strike out, insert
distill, re-frame
copy, finis.
read aloud . . . scrap.
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