Creativity
February 3, 2019
My brain it runs
and runs and runs
and sometimes
trickles.
But I always hear it dripping.
Drip
Drip
Drip.
One day there'll be enough to swim in it.
But now there's just enough
to dip my toe,
my elbow,
my nose.
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