poetry then and now

i prefer my poems better unhurried

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I liked my poems alone:
I preferred my stories rushed —
my coffee burning hot,
with fear and anxiety as my muses
gripping the pen

But,

I grew comfortable with the blank piece.
I learned to write slowly,
with hope and peace waiting patiently,
the tea turning cold.
I prefer my stories better unhurried.
I like my poems better with you.