“Fickle”
by Bill Ward
2000
poetry is a fickle beast
at times it hits you like a flash of hot white light
against a darkened sky
other times an impenetrable opaque mist
obscures the muse.
Wed, 27 Sep 2000 21:46:51 -0700 (PDT)
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