i hear a line

then forget

 

between the day’s

distractions

 

and duties

to write the thought

 

and so it goes

and later

 

without paper

I remember

 

again

then forget

 

again when

I have time

 

to write the line

which keeps

 

eluding me

 

so little time

to write

 

to remember

what one sees

 

enough to detail

the slow flow

 

of the rain drop

as it makes

 

its way along

the porcelain

 

yard ornament

near the old

 

burr oak

 

(February 9, 2018)