|
| |
Idea Sixty Two
Idea sixty-two flew by me on her way to the meadow.
I put my right hand out and she slapped it as she giggled past.
Okay, that’s fine, I told myself. I will get the next one.
I am up to a hundred and sixteen ideas.
Do not ask me how I know, I think my muse keeps track.
This one put on her rollers and skated over my feet as she left.
I feel like I have a shot at capturing the next one.
My muse laughs.
Copyright ©
Caren Krutsinger
|
|