Are you stuck between your
Paper and pen?
But your pen isn't dry
And your paper isn't translucent
Look around you
For you can't be in the middle
Of the river and still have soapsuds
In your eyes.
Take a breath in your bath
At the traffic point
Waiting for the red to go.
Watch the world move
Or you could even sleep
Perhaps dream of jamborees
Wake up and write.
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