The Title is Uninspired

Inspiration
comes and goes.
Like cotton candy clouds,
rainstorms,
and snow.

Then present again at once, in a rush
flooding, pouring, filling space
a jumble of possibilities
in a race
to make their mark in the world.

Then they dry and disappear
or like a wave curl
back towards
and into the sea.

Back to wait with all the other possibilities.

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