I love the marriage between my minds observations
and the words it chooses to place into poetic form.
Together we churn out poems like the British do complaints…
In a naturally instinctive continuous way
Not quite expecting a particular result
Rather just releasing ourselves of the thoughts
that might otherwise keep us awake at night
or annoy our closest family and friends when
we endlessly speak of such experiences and opinions.
This, the necessary need to clear the way,
making ready for the next expectant rainfall
so poems can flow out my fingertips onto the keyboard
like the simplicity of ice cubes melting in the summers sun.
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