A Glint of Inspiration
I found something
in a dream last night.
A tall balding man
handed me an idea
and told me not to
fritter it away
or spend it all at once.
But when I woke I found it
misshapen, bent and tarnished,
lying scattered on the floor.
My hands gathered all its pieces
and put them in a shoe box,
squirreled away under the bed.
Out of sight from prying eyes.
Every now and then
when no one is looking,
I take it out and
marvel at the way it shines.
