The Difficulty of a Poem

The difficulty of a poem
is never the search
for the word
that describes
the morning light
turning metallic green
in the feathers
of a sunbird as it
eats its breakfast
in the long grass
beside glossy
garlands of dew.
The difficulty
is the stopping,
mustering the
cold-hearted resolve
to bring the poem
to a full stop
as the sunbird
leans its curved beak
into the dirt,
seducing you
with the possibility
of an anthology.

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