That First Draft

“And he would do anything to get it back”
is the last line
of the first draft
of the latest poem
that I wrote.
It was about a toy
and a boy
who was a goy
on Christmas Day
who received his heart’s desire
and found it wonting.

He found it broken
actually
in that first draft
inspired by a TV show
and a children’s tale
and some effortfully
erased memories
I uncovered as inspiration.

The poem had value:
a good idea
with emotional strength
but poor execution
found it
lacking,
limited,
broken.

So a second draft was born
– but borne further from the original concept
and ended up being more
about the mechanics of the toy
than the loss of innocence
and excitement
and, in some small way,
faith.

A third draft was just shit
so, finally,
a line was left
and a concept
and truly,
another poem entirely.

Sometimes,
you must let something die
for something new to be born
though you would do anything to get it back.

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