My Fur Kids!

The Writer's Block

For each house

of crumbling red bricks

in this block

of washed-up

white walls

and thatched gray slate

mossed roofs,

they

pay for time.

In one,

he types letters

on a blank computer screen

only to delete each one back

with taps on a key.

In another,

she writes words

on an empty yellow paper

but manages to slash

each one out

for the next line.

His memory overflows

with unsaved pieces

as her wastebasket fills

with scrunched-up sheets.

Here they live,

on this block

and wait

for the muses to knock.