“I had an idea.”

“I had an idea.”

I had an idea

a brilliant idea

for a poem

or a story

or how to solve World Poetry

(or ‘Poverty’, probably);

then I lost it;

I didn’t back it up in my memory bank;

or scribble a note for later –

I have the idea no longer,

and only a vague notion

that it was not about suntan lotion.

This happens.

Well, it happens to me.

Sometimes, the idea returns.

Well, once in a moon that is blue.

Never mind, it’s ‘on with the day!’

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