First Poem
Like Mr Busby Berkeley gave a cue
And some vast set came suddenly to life
A sparkling big band number
An escapade of light
Danced across the page
And made me new
I waited for the stain that mars the scene
The usual inky blot, that didn't come
Instead I felt relief
From something unidentified
I only knew had weighed me down
When it was gone
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