Word Bouquet

In the basin of gibberish the rains bloom,
Dripped words of no meaning on my pad.
I am perplexed yet scribble away
Searching for deep meaning that's impossible to find
I rant and rave and rewrite some more
I read and read and realize at last
I pluck each bloom, when arranged just right
Present a bouquet for the reader's delight.

? 2001
Lisa Gibson
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