Ideas
Ideas are best when freshly caught
Not salted or smoked or preserved
Not old and fermented in jelly jars
Like wine, that’s better with age.
No, ideas bloom with the excitement of capture
And wane when they’ve sat too long.
They’re better when you first look at them
Than when you go back to see how bad they’ve become.
But ideas are rare things these days
And though I’m still looking sharp
My traps are empty, the bait all gone
While I’m still sitting here, waiting.
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