inspiration hangs around my
neck like a gold plated chain,
not yet given as a present;
struggling at what I do best...
struggling with words that
that catch the imagination like
like crab baskets tossed in
fierce and cold Alaskan seas;
but, my cold sweats are
not from physical exhaustion
as much as from mental depletion
and it is time for the vessel
in which I live to return home.
21Jun14
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