Can’t coax pearl petals from shoot or stem,

or cast blueprints for bees hum;

Can’t speak tender words to guide a creek,

or lay out path of sun.

My feeble pen scratches, rude and splotched,

tapping like metronome time;

function as a darkened mirror

while words dance their rhyme.

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