False Opening
Open . . .
a computer file
then
open up the mind;
the words begin to come.
They hit the screen;
as keys clickety-click
and a stanza is formed.
Wait . . .
for a thought,
a feeling,
a sound,
something seen or remembered.
Fingers steady,
senses enlivened;
at the ready,
try to push away the brain clouds
but alas . . .
the mind is a total blank
the last line is a dead end.
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