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Oct 2010
Ideas are so difficult to keep

I cannot trap them in jars;
they are not flitting lightening bugs
awaiting my capture

They slide through my fingers,
those impish creatures,
slippery silver minnows

But they are so beautiful,
my thoughts,
dancing down my palms
and diving off my fingertips

They pirouette in midair
landing,
sinking into the soil

Deep in the dirt and mud
they bloom.
Β© 2010 by Kayla Knight
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