Moments press against uncounted moments
Swiftly they pass
Into an unrecoverable abyss
I ponder in silence
Absorbed by a world of unwritten words
Verbs, nouns, adjectives
Stem cells of creative thought
Waiting in the dark among the moments
I feel my inadequacy
I should go back to work
And write a few more words
Because I know
Only a few moments exist
Between the words
And the abyss.

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Woody Barlow was born in Kansas City, Missouri, and raised in Olathe, Kansas. He is the author of Tarzan Wore Chaps and The Aluminum Ballet.

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