Halfway
by Michael Espinoza
I must immerse myself in verse
For thirty days--it really pays
to get some practice, and the fact is
it's a gift that does uplift.
I'm halfway through now--what to do now?
Of the stuff there's not enough.
Ideas I lack--I need to rack
My mind for more, until I'm sore.
Yet hear my hums! By nature comes
The poetry, it seems to me.
I write it off the cuff--don't scoff!
I might just do it--might get through it!
A stanza more should be no bore.
We're in the home stretch--now let's comb
The language for a few words more.
Hurrah! It's done! I need more none!
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