Rough Draft
I feel like
every poem
I have ever written
every verse
every sentence
every carefully chosen word
was merely practice
all these thoughts and feelings
filling so many pages
are only the rough draft
of the poem
my heart is trying to write
to yours
I will write a hundred more
I will write a thousand more
until my heart is satisfied
With the final copy
Don McGonigal
September
2004
In French?