sleep on it

last night I thought I was ready
to write an angry poem
but halfway down the page
after five or six starts and
just as many abrupt ends
to furious scribbling
I realized I was wrong
that I was just frustrated
by the evening’s conversation
and anger is too powerful
a word to be misused
an emotion to be squandered
to not be directed toward
promoting positive change
so I went to sleep instead

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