there’s always a poem waiting
in a crack of night
as there are many hidden
in the light of day
you know one’s there
you can feel it
almost see it
maybe caught a glimpse
so how do you pet a shy deer?
by replacing the desire
in your fingers with
offering it something
it loves - corn
a poem is no different
hold a few shucked kernels
of your sweetest and curious
self in your open hand
and don’t make a move
until she licks the pen
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