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  • It used to be pencil poised above the paper
    a moment of hesitation
    and then diving in
    sometimes knowing where I wanted to start
    sometimes knowing the end

    Now I have digital scraps
    I pick them up on walks
    or in the sleepy moments late and early
    in a sudden ray of sunshine
    some I meet on darkened streets
    these I pause to look back after
    wonder if it's safe
    then scoop them up and hurry them home
    no matter what they might become

    There they sit
    until they catch my eye
    Then I chase them
    my key tapping like the pitter patter of footsteps
    sometimes behind
    sometimes running right past them
    sometimes finding we’ve gone right round in a circle

    The Heisenberg uncertainty principal of writing
    I can know where to start or
    where I want to end up
    but whichever end I take up
    I have to discover the other

    stories exist at times
    as particles
    at times as waves
    all parts of the main
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