As If it Were Our Own: page 18

Poetry picking
Comes in and out of season
Without reason.
So you learn to keep your
Theme snatcher nearby
And hope you and the
Low hanging fruit meet
Where the slope is not too steep.

When that happens
Your soul and mind begin to dance
And you know why words were born.

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