Irony of ironies
my one-track mind
on an infinite
meandering
m o n o r a i l
with its vigorously
variable
interest rate
stopping often
to smell one rose
or lilly
or dandelion
at a time
it can't see the forest
for one tree
or the tree
for the wind
or the wind
for the cold
or the cold
for my coat
but longs deeply
to understand
them all
thinking
deeper
than
roots
blessed contemplative
cursed curious
. . . . . or do I have that backwards?
want a taste?
go to a circus
in a neck brace
and blinders.
Monday, July 15, 2013
My Mind
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