Poets and the Recession

not having written a poem in awhile
not having played the piano in awhile
not having strummed the uke in awhile
not having plunked a tune on the strumstick in
awhile

not having words of my own (i mean
the unrepentant sort) to turn this way
and that, to write out, and play with

in awhile

that is, a space of time

and waiting for the worst
or something less than best
at best

and being OK with that

well, not really

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