poem

I’m almost ready to write.
It’s a strange feeling knowing that I’m putting if off.
A purposeful thing found in the back of a thought,
lingering, like a vibrating sponge left on the beach
just out of reach of the waves.

Soon though, I will.
Maybe I’ll remember some of it.

-M. Taggart

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