Dickinson

Some poets think they need

to travel the world for that

inspirational spark. Dickinson

stayed in her home. Wrote

in the same meter for years.

Maybe I should stop counting

and lining up all my syllables.

Else, I’ll end up a recluse like

Dickinson. A talented recluse,

but a recluse, nonetheless…

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