At some point
it happens to all of us,
a clever thought which struck us
like a bolt of mental lightning
gets lost somewhere between
the kitchen and the bedroom,
and while you may laugh
as your thoughts sprout wings
like uncatchable butterflies
after their metamorphous,
the poet will mourn and wonder
if that thought might have become
the one bit of poignant prose
that made a difference.
Ken Owen Van Niddy Press May 2014
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