Author Intrusion - Nov. 11, 2022

not another poem today

about the moon or stars

the sunrise

or butterflies

silence or birds singing

I beg to myself

there’s an unsprouted seed

in the corner of the garden

I’ve never written about

alive in its own world

hoping to live in mine

if I give it water

it’s author intrusion

so I must wait for

what cloud’s deliver

I do spit at it

from time to time

and if I ever hit

the bullseye well

I might have to change

the first few lines

then make a lyrical confession

in another poem