Poems
Are ideas
I snatch
From the air
As they
Float by,
I don’t know why,
I just always
Have.
I don’t know
Where they
Come from,
And,
If I don’t
Grab them,
I don’t know
Where they go.
There is
Just a moment,
A brief,
Brief moment,
When
I can
Take them
As mine,
Or they
Are gone.
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