Has a poem ever led you on a high-speed chase?
Perched in a soft-top Cadillac, swerving on and off the road,
Until finally you apprehend it, pin it against the car,
And write down its description,
Only to realize you’ve caught a poem,
But the essence has escaped?
Yes, it has. And I can vouch for it - there is nothing more frustrating than losing the thought ... or having it at the completely wrong moment!
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