It was some years ago.
I awoke in the early morning in a state of restlessness or quasi restlessness.
Something needed to be expressed.
The first line of a poem.
And then another.
And soon I had a poem.
And now, many years later.
Hundreds of poems largely unbidden and writing despite fading vision,
I look back pleased at what I have done and wanting ever to do more.
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