It's May already, so if I'm going to finish this poem in a year I need to get to the crisis point; I shall have to decide this month if Red is getting out of bed or not. And if the doctor's approve or not, if he does....
Going up And the plans that the man has drawn up are there In a room on the thirty-fourth floor. Next door — She pauses and peeks — there’s a powerpoint show going on. Spud is going up in the world, that’s for sure,
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It's May already, so if I'm going to finish this poem in a year I need to get to the crisis point; I shall have to decide this month if Red is getting out of bed or not. And if the doctor's approve or not, if he does....
Going up
And the plans that the man has drawn up are there
In a room on the thirty-fourth floor. Next door —
She pauses and peeks — there’s a powerpoint show going on.
Spud is going up in the world, that’s for sure,
Greg - ah yes, the dilemma of actually figuring out the pacing and timeline for a yearlong poem... I don't miss that.
Ah, Emma B, getting the job done as always.
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