I have no inspiration here.
That will make for a long 3 years.
There’s a worm dying in the soap suds on the back porch,
I’m standing here watching it end.
something flew from fence to fence..
Was that a robin or a cardinal?
I miss home and every carnival.
I’m always selfishly worrying about myself.
So much I forget about my health.
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I enjoyed the concept of this piece. It can be pretty difficult to find inspiration in a place you might consider boring, especially boring and unfamiliar. I often find myself in this situation, living in the same town I grew up in as an adult. Oftentimes feels similar to the soapy death of a worm.