Tweak
A lady at a window writing,
measuring her words with strict precision.
She takes a sip of ginseng tea
to fuel her imagination.
Memories go drifting by - a brother
playing basketball, the softness
of a springtime rain, the anger
of an autumn sky, a flash,
and thunder rumbling.
Sights, smells and sounds
are grist to her mill. Nothing spoils
her view until her best attempt is done,
but still dissatisfied she tweaks
and fiddles, substitutes a weak word
for a stronger one. At last content
she sets aside her pen.
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