I've got a sestina in my head,
and a sonnet in my pocket.
If I can just get them down,
they'll be the best I've written yet.
If I can remember that opening line,
and re-create the internal rhyme
I wrote on the back of my grocery list,
I'd be sitting pretty.
I know I've got a witty one-act
play in one of these notebooks,
or at least an outline.
Or maybe some dialogue I heard
on a train.
All the same...
Once I get it organized,
this lyrical bit, infused with wit,
I'll have something really good
to submit.
Somewhere.
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