How To Write
I start drawing a swirl.
Than a scribble.
I can’t really control my poetry.
The way I can’t control how many people throw coins into a fountain.
Or what their wishes are…
But bodies of water always seem to have money of an unknown amount.
Poetry can be like that.
I will be done writing soon, I know that.
So I keep writing.
Until words slowly become swirls and scribbles again.
Until the page ends.
And another one doesn’t begin.
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