Monday, February 06, 2006

Wandering Mind

Random petals adrift
in a wandering mind.
Fickle thoughts in a flowing river.

Clear, no fish finds comfort.
Polluted, no fish survives.

Cross the river
by skipping on the middle stones.
Be the river
by floating lost flowers.

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1 comment:

Troy Dunn said...

I'm glad you like the poem. It's been in me for awhile waiting to come out at the right time.

12:51 PM

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