I am writing a book.
It will take time.
The book has a title: Flatlantis.
And another: Tropical Ice.
The poems will grow like pack-ice.
They will flow like sweat.
They will be easy to read.
They will be hard to write.
When the book is published
I will be a grown-up.
Curious.
How will that feel?
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