Writer’s Block by Jacob Butlett

Our pages still bare, we rise

from our desks to put on sweaters.

Gusts strum the windchime all morning,

the air now florid

like the music we struggle

to write.

Snow will find us soon,

turning boughs into clouds,

the hillside into an empty notebook

we will flock to

and throw snowballs

at one another,

the iambs of our laughter

finally sprouting from our tongues.

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Jacob Butlett is an aspiring gay poet with a B.A. in Creative Writing. His creative work has been published in several journals, including The MacGuffin, Rabid Oak, Ghost City Review, Lunch Ticket, Into the Void, and plain china. In 2018, he received a Pushcart Prize nomination for his poem “The Hail.”