The Rewrite ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

He knew
How could he not know?
The words just sat there
Smirking
Having no meaning
Words that nobody ever used
He wondered
Why he even wrote them
He must have been drunk
Yes
That was it
He stared at the page
Turned it
To a new page
In his notebook
Lit a candle
Turned off the lights
Picked up his pen
And began
The rewrite

~The Tennessee Poet~
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