The Delayed Gratification Rag
A note
grows slowly
into a phrase
fettered by overly cluttered days.
A theme
find a moment
to sneak into view
as the telephone rings and the rent check is due.
Late Sunday night time
for a glass of red wine
elutes a judiciously cellared line:
I've waited too long
for this poem to be done
rejecting every one
of several endings --
rejecting every one!
--Daniel M. Dobkin