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The great Artist is at work.
Around his house, his children move
in whispers, while his wife
lays down a dinner tray,
tells that it’s there
with two soft raps – no more – tapped on his study door.

The great Artist begs his work
to yield to him, to offer up
its answers; while outside,
his children move away
(as children always will, towards play)
and food that took an hour to cook, or more
turns cold there on the floor.

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Orna Ross
Author: Orna Ross

Orna Ross is an award-winning author-publisher, advocate for independent authors and other creative entrepreneurs and, as Director of the Alliance of Independent Authors, "one of the 100 most influential people in publishing" (The Bookseller).