Waiting

Ideas slip

Gracefully from one’s head

To their fingertip

A bead of rain

A drip of sweat

A muse’s tearful plea

To not forget again

Just as the pen

Addresses the page

The bead of thought drips

Lost in the freefall

Vapor before it hits

And so I sit

Waiting for it to rain again…

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