A little while ago <br />I came down to the computer <br />in the early morning light, <br />strong as a lumberjack <br />in a forest of redwoods, <br /> <br />read a few poems, <br />and in the shadow <br />of my conscious mind <br />felt the seeds <br />of something great <br />beginning to sprout. <br /> <br />Now, after answering <br />a little correspondence, <br />I already feel the need <br />to go back to bed, <br />and I'm fumbling <br />through these papers <br />on my desk <br /> <br />wondering how <br />you can misplace <br />a whole epic?<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/02aug-as-my-recovery-progresses/
