There is an idea just outside my window
chittering at me
scampering around the yard like a mad thing
which I guess it is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The dog next to me really wants to go outside
“No,” I tell her, “it’s just an idea.
You’ll never catch it. Leave it be.”
She is undeterred. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The idea runs up the short wooden fence
scampers along the top of the fence
like climbers hiking the ridge of an impossible mountain
but faster and fearless of falling<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Impossibly nimble, the idea finds a berry,
a nut, nourishment for ideas not yet fully developed
and cheeks bulging runs up a straight tree
ninety degrees from the ground <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A hawk’s shadow stops the idea in its tracks
red in tooth and claw but –
ideas have a life of their own, genetic memory saying
“Hold still. Hold still or die.”
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A fox waits for an idea to come to her.
The idea calmly crosses Edison’s suburban tightrope
to a safer yard, footloose and fox-free
to find a nut to bury, forget, and cause an oak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The idea spies another yard,
grass greener, nuts sweeter and
like so many ideas that have come before
starts out across the street <\/p>\n\n\n\n
like so many ideas that have come before
doesn’t make it across the street.
Just another idea run down dead in the road.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I never said it was a particularly bright idea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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There is an idea just outside my windowchittering at me scampering around the yard like a mad thingwhich I guess it is. The dog next to me really wants to…<\/p>\n