On Writing

It is hard, so hard

Why? They are everywhere.

In rain drops and baby smiles

Shoelaces and cereal boxes

Tree branches and sunsets

but still they escape me and

Float away on hummingbird wings.

Their essense slips through my fingers

Evading my mind’s grasp.

Stories escaping my words,

Frozen thoughts someday to thaw.

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