Maker (an acrostic poem)

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Magic wasn’t going to happen if he didn’t get his buns in gear.

And yet he sat there with a brush in his hand and an empty canvas in front of him.

Keeping his mind in suspense as his imagination decided at that moment to go get a sandwich.

Everything he tried to get over that impasse seemed to make matters worse.

Reaching for a drink, he gestured at the canvas.  “You live for another day.  I think I’ll bake bread instead!”