I do not manipulate words br As you may suppose, br I just copy them br As they appear on my blank mind, br Like an ardent pupil br Noting a passage from the black board. br br I do not play with words br I lack the competence of a maestro br I am just an overjoyed child br Playing on the beach, br Trying to make an odd pattern br With a handful of seashells br br I do not interweave my words br With brilliance of a famed poet br I am just learning to darn br The off centred emotions br Into a legible new fabric br Only to dress my artlessness.