Linking to dVerse poets pub for Amaya’s challenge to “labor”…
as the product of
conception, a poem
begins with flicker
of flirty idea
which sparks a
burning desire that,
with heart unprotected,
climaxes in passion for
words, that are strung
together like double
helix into phrases
which multiply and
di-verse-i-fy,
connected by
rhythm and rhyme;
hid in warm darkness
until fully developed
and ready to be
edited, contracted,
squeezed through
narrow passage
’til finally, its
author, depleted
and relieved,
delivers another
helpless poem
into wide world
and, whether
birthed online
or hard copy,
whimpering
or wailing,
it comes
hoping to be
caught gently
by readers.
a poem in my pocket 
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