From Every Line

From every line there peers out at me
a force that wants to see me win

Force cheers wildly in the wings
makes supper and presses my clothes

Force drives me toward committed pages
“Good line, nice metaphor,” Force insists.

Steadfast presence burns urgently,
wills me there once more

“Please, please me,” says Force
And pen meets paper again..

From Every Line is from the book SPARE

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