Asides

the grating is clogged

pen?  check!

paper?  check!

atmosphere for writing?  check!

inspiration radiating outward?  blocked like a sewer grate covered in leaves!

two hours i sit pen and paper at the ready, nothing.

i watch private planes takeoff and land, one did numerous touch and goes!

people run a marathon a few carry the flag in memorial to those fallen.

i know! a walk will get the old words flowing, heart pumping blood oxygen to the brain!

nope!

time to get a bite yeah that will fix what ails !

nope!

seems nothing is going to tip the scales so, for now, i will kept writing even if a mess!

soon a city worker will pass by and clean that grate then water will flow openly, freely!

but when?