I pick up a pen again
or just
go to sleep again
like
Rip Van Winkle.
Twinkle, twinkle,
one each eye
because
I don’t want to overdo
or undercook that book
that’s in the offing.
I shall sleep on it and
whatever it may be
it’ll come to me,
it
usually does.
© 2019, John Smallshaw.
