I hadn't been working for him long,
that big shot author
he thought he'd hired a cleaner
someone to dust around the edges
pick up the the hurled mistakes
and mop up the ink stains of his frustration
on the cheap.
Slowly I smoothed out the creases
jotted a comment
sowed a seed
made him look to a further horizon
a blank wall is not inspiring, I said
so he moved to a vista of endless possibilities
and took me with him .