Mentor
Walk them through
first sonnets.
First rule.
Never fall in love
with first draft's
main subject.
Final product
screams your name
more than theirs.
Groom each blossom
till they are past
seventeen syllables.
Your knees
can balance
only so many.
Last workshop.
Dirty limerick
and a promise.
They will crush
next week on
your open mic.
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