A small spurt of inspiration
These images seem to slide
Across my vision, insisting that they can be seen
... and no longer ignored
In the middle of the mundane
I see the shapes forming
The essence of the message floats into
My mind
My hand must obey and outline
The idea I can feel.
It is insistent
That it be captured
So I grab the closest implement
A blunt charcoal pencil
The back of a discarded piece of paper
And they appear.
The girl and her horse
Quickly, with little effort
Sharing a moment
Connected
On a dark night under a crescent moon
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