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A broken clock’s correct two times a day.
So though a friend said you give good advice,
on every topic you’ve too much to say
(and anyway, that friend is imprecise).
A thousand words may hit on wisdom twice,
but that’s no cause or reason to feel proud.
I wish you’d cogitate with care. Be nice,
and try to be more patient and less loud.

(Huitain)

A better editor is hard to find.
That’s how she knows her poetry is good.
And as she grew to understand her mind,
she learned to disregard external should.
Attempting to comply with rules designed
to modulate was boring – sisterhood
policing put her off and spurred removal.
What pleases her instead is self-approval.

(Ottava Rima)

Conversing with a friend the other day,
my middle finger only rose three times.
She didn’t see it (phone call), but the way
she spoke, indignant and unfairly harsh,
as if she were expert, as if her say
should be regarded as the only word
on courts where she’s too indolent to play,
that triggered me like powerful enzymes.
But I forbore. She’s not my protégé.

(Magic 9)