Written 40 poems since last August. Happy with my productivity and discretion. I’m choosing words from the top shelf, not the easy-to-reach bottom shelf, and having nice creative jam sessions. “Love in a Smile,” I just wrote today during the rain. There comes a time for an overtly romantic romance poem, like Carl Sandburg’s “Dream Girl.” Writing is about the “what,” but mostly about the “how.” Sandburg started with a cliched title like “Dream Girl” but executed wonderfully. “You will pose with a hill-flower grace,” he says in the poem. Lovely, specific, clear image.