I had just written this much of a new poem:

Raelian Roaring Forties, zemstvo
Of subjunctive Ruthenium, yes?
Hardly, but still.

--when I was interrupted by a person from Wanganui, who kept me for over an hour. By the time I could get back to writing, I had completely lost track of what I had been thinking of!

How terrible to lose a poem like that.

I guess the moral of this story is: NEVER INTERRUPT A POET.

K. S.