In the movie, writer’s block
Sits in front of her bookstore,
Confesses to not writing
And adds, probably she won’t
Ever write again. Think back
A dozen years, a dozen
More, then, before that—your life
With writer’s block, or at least
Complete writer’s apathy,
And now twelve years of nonstop
Writing daily. The mesas
Look like velvet in the sun.
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