Waiting for Inspiration
Is like waiting for the bus,
only there are no designated stops
and no schedule
and what shows up may be
a car or a turtle or a skateboard
going the wrong way
on the other side of the street,
and since there are no set routes,
you don’t know where you’re going
until you get there,
if you are able to get on board
at all.
So waiting for inspiration
is nothing like waiting for a bus,
except in this poem.
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