A Poem: Of Words Less Easily Disregarded

Whenever I start a poem, I like to have a 
sneaky suspicion as to how it will finish. 
The first words should, in some way, 
foretell the last. And it’s only when 
we’ve satisfyingly arrived at the end 
of the poem that I’ll go back and delete 
the things I’ve thrown into the mix too 
quickly — such as “sneaky suspicion,” 
and “into the mix,” and try to replace 
them with words less easily disregarded.

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