from free floating thoughts that we
I pick up a leaf
it gifts me a poem
I need to catch my fluttering thoughts
Tie them up with a rubber band and say
Ha, got you!
Then pick out the ones that matter
One by one,
String them together
Weave a necklace of dreams with weight and beauty
Wear it proud
when thoughts are all have
and I don't know what to do with them
I write them down and they morph
into poems
sometimes still born but at least born
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