Esther Greenleaf Murer
Gift of gab
Some
folks
seem to
start off from
anywhere, leaping
from subject to subject until
they have a draft of a poem all ready to post.
Me, I've never been able to cultivate the knack of writing stream-of-consciousness.
My sister can talk for two hours without stopping except maybe for breath now and then.
Even at the age of one she spouted gibberish,
molto, molto espressivo.
I, contrariwise,
struggle to
eke out
one
fib.
