I Welcome Myself Back
I welcome myself back to the lonely,
so lonely, this haven to my spring words,
here these letters stand so still, undeterred
by movement on this fresh fallen snow I see.
Such changes that bring a new perspective,
to finely throw the pieces away
to the pottery I made the other day,
to open wide my heart, to learn to give.
I am not the poet from yesterday,
the poet learning the ways of the child,
for now I must plan every moment,
understand the scripting of us at play,
create each second, to be calm and mild,
like morning harvest of the dew off mint.
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"The name is Bill Burroughs. I am a writer. Let me tell you a few things about my job, what an assignment is like." William S. Burrough from The Adding Machine.