Like a piece of fruit
At the supermarket
With a bite already
Taken out
This notebook was
Written in before it
Was bought at the
Neighborhood Staples
And thus it starts with
A story already in motion
Before the Poet even had a chance
To make a proper introduction
He must be begging your pardon
For attending to certain
Exigencies first
But Enlightenment comes suddenly
And without warning
And if you happen to be caught
Unprepared
Without a notebook
In your pocket
I can only hope
You will be lucky
To find a Staples close enough at hand
To renew your supplies
Without letting slip
The opportunity
Of writing everything down
Realizing that failure to act quickly
Will doom your next Iliad
To an early oblivion
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