ROVER IN THE STEM

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JOURNAL #13

I gallop the speed in my harnessed pace and range

though strongly advised that I should not expel

even a vestige of change

from the cycles of life there vanishes the flow

as creativity spurns disregard for saddles outgrown

harbors of old remain firm in their rickedy ports

I play this field of little praise as a dedicated

athlete would his sports

variation sets the board to keep any opposing score

am I up for the challenge

I say hell yes! bring on the war

words accumulate and arm themselves for a game that

has yet to be played

then I haul out the heavy artillery as the dawning

starts to fade

sunset means a final closing of the doors

to an agile mind that has seen such grand openings

before

so rushing the ink skin I scrimmage to scrawl

until out bounds the purest form of a complete

idea as to what I originally saw

good game boys

the piece is finished

even if it is a little raw...................

(Dec. 22, 1994)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

about the rough draft writing process.

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