The words are illuminating against
The early moring darkness
I watch them dance for a while
As they spin and spin
But I can’t catch them
They continue to tease me
While I reach for my pen and notebook
They fall into my head
As the ink dries onto paper
Losing its brightness
But their meaning remains
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What remains could be very precious! Please visit and comment on my poem “city cat” thank you 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊