Pottering at the Poetry Table.

Pottering at the poetry table;

just dabbling, as one does;

hoping for inspiration

with minimum perspiration

and for the words to write themselves.

As if that was going to happen.

I may as well reign until September;

and, looking back, remember

this fine March day,

just before April,

and well before May;

when I was pottering,

and dabbling like a poet

does.

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