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Poetry Made Another Way

A poem I wrote years ago about Thanksgiving had its turn this week in the review I’m doing of my inventory. I like the themes of the piece and some of the lines, and I especially like a particular word that’s perfect for a point I’m trying to make, but has the lyrical grace of an anvil in a tutu. I decided to write a note in my journal about my doomed determination to find a place for this word in my refashioned Thanksgiving piece. As I wrote, I realized that the note itself might be thought a poem of sorts, especially these days. So I’ve sent it out. Submitted it. Poetry made another way.

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