Sunday, February 05, 2006

So, for days
songs spun easily out.
The clouds
opened up
for days
and rain
welcomed itself

The temptation
on an arid afternoon
is to think that inspiration
is ninety percent

What is that Einstein said?
Or was it Ben Franklin?

I have still have songs,
you know, on the quiet ends
of the cycle -

cumulus, cirrus, clear sky -

but they sit cheerfully silent
like a dog who loves you too much
to run and get the bone
you've thrown for it.

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