Drafts on Scraps (HA 78 Ottava Rima)

House Arrest

Composing daily now lets me realize
I tend to set my pen to paper waste.
I’m using pages used to list supplies
I need, and positing iambs in haste.
It’s like I don’t expect much from my tries
until I see the fruit and have a taste
of draft, until I’ve edited enough,
and then I grant good paper to my stuff.

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