Some writers take forever to get the job
done. He heard of one poet who spent ten
years getting a short, couplet, free verse
poem just right. He read that Anthony Burgess
wrote the novel A Clockwork Orange in three
weeks. He looks out the window and sees a
snowflake falling and writes a haiku about the
snowflake falling before it hits the ground,

{but that one}

but that one snowflake
was pretty high in the sky
when he saw it fall.

When he wrote that, the referenced
flake had already fallen and

{he could no longer}

he could no longer
distinguish it from the mass
of flakes all conjoined.

And so…

{life, like a snowflake}

life, like a snowflake,
is beautiful to behold;
then passes quickly.