“It’s pretty funny how you
can just sit there and write
a poem”, she said as I sat there
writing a poem.

“You don’t need the wind
to be blowing
a particular way
or anything?”

Well, there’s always a draft –
so long as I’ve got
a pen and some paper.
And hope, of course,

for the best – which
will not be this. I always
hope for the best.
But this time I missed.