rocky galleon
Poet's process, unknown to me
Is like a lock with Hidden key
I search the house, ceiling to floor
To try to find what fits the door
Some keys jiggle, some keys break
It can't be all are a mistake
They twist and snag but don't unlock
To think just pins produce the block
I'll smash the handle with a brick
Surely that will do the trick
I tried, it didn't work at all
I'm yelling, screaming, then recall
The lock takes shape to what I think
The key is there yet indistinct
I found it already in my hand
My thoughts conceived that I was damned
uncut juniper
pastel patio
