Rain On My Parade
Light rain mists my day.
Cloudy with no chance of sun
A pot of pinto beans boils
Comfort food to sustain.
Dreams that come true
On a steady diet of patience
I teeter on dizzy news of recognition.
Leary that success will
Drain my creative juices
Let it rain with a calm sense of humility.
A Pitter patter of new stories
Visions revitalized toward new paths.
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Abbe's Notes
Quick morning writes that begin before the sun rises and while my partner sleeps.
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