It’s bonsai seedlings planted during your lifetime, see
it’s words written for a treaty
it’s mike-drops before your cabinet,
a plan to get through to Congress

my legacy is in words,
tattooed onto my wrists, black words upon my white flesh

it’s fighting endlessly
for publishers go-ahead to the printing press

it’s waking up early & writing morning pages,
I guess

drink a cup of tea
then maybe write a few sentences

I write for the sunrise,
I wait for the next mental plot surprise

& I, only 29, write my own poems,
you can’t write mine

M.B.B.
7/8/2020

Note: some lines are inspired by the musical Hamiltion.