showers, sometimes forming puddles and
sometimes just rolling downhill into the
valley below... it is in this valley where
the big words live that are used to make
big sentences... that are interwoven to
create longer works of fiction that those
who have the time will want to read...
words stumble down the back paths of
my imagination, trying to find groupings
as they tumble into nothingness and are
washed away in the next shower as long
as the water remains warm and gentle...
words live on the pages of my thoughts
that sit on the night table beside the bed,
that smile at me when I awake each day
as if they want to be the first item that
I see in the hopes i will pay attention.
13 January 2024
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