inspiration usually comes racing by me in a moment unaware
a drive by flash of genius
too quick to catch
and I chase it sometimes, like a butterfly catching child
with a pen or a lens for a net
other times the open sky and mountains beckon me
with lazy invitation
to sit underneath them and think out loud
and dream out loud and perhaps
invite inspiration to sit with me
and catch it unaware
so that more like lovers
or best friends
we can examine each other at length
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