I know i have been putting off
wind blowing everything in its wake with the window ajar
publishing poetry that flies from fingers tapping on keyboard
floodgates of a damn full during rainy season
scraps of paper left on table nightstand bed floor whereever there is space for the pages to flutter
they should be online under the seas, of information readers digging for gold
alas this poet is pully tapped with no ink
forever no only for Now
Written by Muniza Master
