out of the blue

That's the title of my first terza rima poem. I don't know whether I'm going to share it with you. I'm glad it's finally in a state of completion, though. I've had something of a block on it for a few days. In a few minutes I'll go see if my professor is available to take a look at it and tell me whether it is (as I fear) utter rubbish. But even if it is, I'm glad I got it somewhere, at least.

I am soaked, because I walked to the library in a rainstorm to print this thing out. I like this state of affairs, even if I risk my hair dripping on the printed poetry.

Here I go.