there was a pool of words
a pool of poetry
words which came to him
he remembered.
he would choose the words
and thoughfully string them
together into poetry
but then came an illness
there was a memory
of the pool
there was a longing to find words
but nothing came to him
for long months he wished
to be beside the pool
word fishing
he felt its tingle
today he sits with toes
dangling into the pool
watching the words play
\'one day\' they say, \'one day\'