Inspiration

I dream of poetry in cafes
Of essaying immortal rhymes on mountaintops
Yet whenever I am there
the pen is silent.

My mundane muse flees from the sublime.

When inhaling the air of buses and trains,
or the dank of alleys and shower stalls.
A thousand words run through my head

 


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