a process

  1. lazy phrases and easy sounds come most readily while I am walking at dusk.
  2. languid stream-of-poetic(?)-consciousness solidifies into a frenzy and I pull out my little notebook.
  3. light prickles my skin and gets the blood rushing from mind through pen and onto paper.
  4. lines are edited as they are written, because after I have tucked the pen away it is too late.

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