Every poem I write,
I think is better
than the last one
I did write
and then a few days
later I wonder
if I was
right.
And then
a few more days
later,
I wonder,
“Is this something
I did write?”
and then my
conscience says,
“It’s all right;
it’s time for
another poem
for you to
write
and I’m sure
you’ll get
this one
right,”
and I simply
say in
response,
“Right,”
and I write.