all those ideas that have been knocking at the door,
pulling at your ear, brushing your face like cat whiskers,
enticing you like the pictures in a travel brochure,
shadowing you on the city bus or in the coffee line,
and generally sticking to you like gum on your shoe
suddenly vanish the way a spring rain arrives
and then moves on, evaporates, leaves only
the sharp, electric smell, and then even that is gone.
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Ideas do come in inopportune times,
and are swept aside in the moments of time: which usually pull us away in another direction. Thus becoming a fleeting thought or idea. I like your line: brushing your face like cat whiskers, but then again I'm partial to animals, never thought to put in writing. Like your ditty here a nice writing in itself. Yur crocus also very pretty!
lol, don't you just hate it when that happens?
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