Writer's Block

Smetana's Mouldau playing
drowning the click, clack of the Smith Corona.

Two streams, one of fire, one of ice,
a metaphor with two hearts.

A kettle shrieks,
a cup of tea.

Soft raindrops as expected
just before the rapids.

The poem laughing
before the string snaps.

A flood, ink black.
Dissolve into white

into white, into white.