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Tuesday 2 March 2021

Presently Lost

I found the pen, and ink, but I didn’t find the book
And I have no desire to turn the house upside down
So the first good idea of the day is shelved
Put on the back-burner, held in abeyance, until who knows when

Yet already I have started composing the verse
To go with the picture, with the shadow, with the chiaroscuro
To go with the light out of darkness, or quite the reverse
As the white ink may have said, to the black paper