Busy finding myself
between unfinished jobs
I have forgotten,
words leap
to start a line
of another poem
I’ll never finish:
half-baked epiphanies,
humorous futilities
like litter left behind me
doesn’t get the job done,
but makes the work
a little more fun.
…but that one line of inspiration, sometimes genius, is just perfect… if it could just find the partners meant to nuzzle up with it. Then, times with age wonder why it was there.
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