Poem: This Time (To Right)

“It’s pretty funny how you can just sit there and write a poem”, she said as I sat there writing a poem.

“You don’t need the wind to be blowing a particular way or anything?”

Well, there’s always a draft – so long as I’ve got a pen and some paper. And hope, of course,

for the best – which will not be this. I always hope for the best. But this time I missed.