where are those ideas so grand?
how did they slip through the overnight.
perhaps when i awoke i looked away,
skipped around, had coffee too soon.
next time i'll shower, dress and get rolling.
head South. get moving.
very light traffic.
a poem idea inside of me is ready to emerge.
the secret to writing well:
review it all, a piece at a time.
every morsel.
stack the good stuff over on one side.
put it together.
look at the sky now.
clouds are heavy if you try to lift them with water in.
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