Sometimes I, and I suspect other poets, get an idea or a phrase or a line that I think is really interesting, really intriguing, and needs to be in a poem. And I save it by slipping it into a poem where it feels awkward and of less value than originally thought. Then along comes another and I do the same thing. Then one or two more and the thought occurs to me that if I take this piece from here and this piece from there and another from this poem over here and put them in some particular order and…Whoa. Didn’t see that coming. But, clearly, this is what they were all waiting to be.
