Chasing After Poems

A poem waits for me at the corner of my mind.
If I look at it directly, it disappears.
I need to look at my words as if I am looking at a mirror.
The mirror being all I have experienced in my life.
Pen and paper reflects what I see and my poem works.
Otherwise I chase pots of gold at the end of rainbows
but never catch up.

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