I scribbled out my creativity and sent it quickly out enclosing a self-addressed and stamped envelope months later it returned I read my poem again it made no sense it wasn't even like dried twigs or desert sand it was like a hunk of ice impenetrable.
Irwin R. Shaw - November 20th 1983
I scribbled
out my creativity
and sent it
quickly out
enclosing
a self-addressed and stamped
envelope
months later
it returned
I read my poem
again
it made no sense
it wasn't even
like dried twigs
or desert sand
it was like
a hunk of ice
impenetrable.