Tuesday, January 26, 2021


My thoughts scroll by
I’m lucky to catch one
Cocky little birds
Flitting and chattering on
Quite happy to elude me
Chipping and teasing
Surfing the day
And hobo cloud
And southbound wind
Steal my words 
Whistling 
Laughing  
Seizing the morning
And wondering at me
Dull as an anchor 
Grounded as clay


Sara Mathews     January 2021

 

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