in the middle of working on a computer
focused on a task so technical
that only logical thoughts occur
a poem arrives
stands patiently
waiting for my attention
but only briefly
like a woman
if I am too stupid to notice
when she is ready
then she is gone
and no amount of pleading
promising
begging or cajoling
will call her back
this was one of those poems
she smiles now
lighting a cigarette
and pushes the computer
off the table
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