With a little luck

A continuous piano melody is playing in the background.
He sits down to write. Everything is in order,
in that, everything’s a mess. Pens are strewn
about. Post it notes liter the wall adjacent.
3 x 5 index cards are folded with notes
written in the upper corner. 3 pocket size
notebooks sit atop 3 full sized notebooks; each
a different color. Piles of mail. Bills, unpaid. Checks
waiting to be cashed. A guitar capo is enclosed
around leaflets. Various business cards. A candle.
Mugs with loose change and a new idea.
Perhaps, he thinks, this one will be it.
The piano music swells.
He gives chase as he has done many times before,
and, with a little luck,
a new poem is born.

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