Clutter
cluttered
like a lawn
on a blustery
autumn day
these thoughts
scattered about
in my mind
my pen
like a rake
can't corral them
to make any sense
so they rest
momentarily
before being aloft
in a spiral
of winded breaths
landing wherever
they may
just waiting
to be gathered
into neat little piles
somewhere again
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2020
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