loose thought, caught 

The day doesn’t care 
about our ponder 
the wonder 
of these frail 
and fragile fingers grasping 
last straws, sky applause. 


In November, we poem. This one’s a Shadorma.

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3 Responses to loose thought, caught 

  1. Ron. says:

    One of my fave forms! Well done.

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