When alas a poetic well of inspiration really does run dry. And not fallen tear drops can revive it no matter how hard one tries. Does not mean the poetic dream and gift ceases to be. It has just rearranged our poetic perceptions of reality. The messages do not change, nor does swimming in a sea of prose. Poetic inspiration comes but for a brief moment in time. Only to die and become reborn again. And we know not why, how or when. Love as always, Roxanne Lea Dubarry Roxy Lea 1954 Roxy 54/ October Country February 15, 2019