Wednesday, August 16, 2006

POEM: How a Poem Was Made

Somehow his hands came to the keyboard,
and somehow his fingers found the keys
to send certain words to the computer screen.
It was quite astonishing, really,
just as the passing of a car on the street was,
just as the breeze that brushed
against the window screen was.
He didn’t know how it was happening.
His fingers kept flowing along
like dancers who did what they must.
The words strutted across the screen
effortlessly, to his absolute amazement.
He was sitting in his chair
as if he had just been set down there
by the stars in the sky,
sharing the work
to get a small poem made.

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