I Wonder

I wonder how many
Crumpled up papers
Writers have flung into
Wastebaskets
How many pencils
Snapped in anger
How many
MacBeths
'Night Mothers and
Hamlets
Have been left to
Fill up the holes
Left by frustrated poets
As they marched through
Unkept backyards
Searching for
Just the right
Words.

~Shana C. Sloan