Dear Creativity,

Sorry I haven’t seen you much this week
I’ve been practicing living
Time seems to have a slow leak
Like that old faucet I hear dripping

The other day I saw a gypsy bird
He whistled and sang all night
Keeping me awake with all those words
He knew I didn’t mind

Then those shoes played their strings
And they made the weather warm
My ears grew a pair of wings
Because a new sound was born

That chimney sweep left a foot trail
All over my walls and ceiling
Rainbow prints in perfect detail
Changing shape when I change feeling

I know it’s been a while
So if you want to come over
I’ll be collecting all these times
In a dream under my covers

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