Side by side on Brighton sofa
We're sitting with pencils poised
We talk of themes and opening lines
Of some that gush and some that don't
When plumber's needed to unblock
When words don't flow just drip and spurt
Then suddenly you're on a roll
Dashing it down, your latest work
Whilst mini-poet in the room
Makes spider marks across my page
And talks to seagulls and machines
So love's declared and sorry's said
In poetry and soggy kiss
In anguished cry to thoughtless dad
And all before the day's begun
With cup of tea and Weetabix
June 28th 2008 Brighton for my fellow poet Lily
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