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just in case anyone was waiting for
inspiration
or
begin with
he imagines a creative writing class
begin with
not even a word
no image
complete
so we ourselves
afoot
always in a
midst
and must
begin with just a
breath
some muffled inkling
half thought
can’t be helped
yet
as sunshine in
the wool
hear rain in a
putup bud
shone
the way a tree
will point to
the sky
there’s all the
seen
now’s now just
now
and things you
feel far underground
and fishes in
full flight
begin where you
are
with what you’ve
got
so find your
nose to follow
it’s easy to
say, I know
but the thing is
to begin
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