Thought, untamed

 

Shadows slide
up and down tree trunks
as wind nudges bare branches

Sunlight dripping
mottled
from clearest spring sky

The forest is never still.

A ringing hum in my ears
the only constant
persistent as coastal breeze

Patterns of twigs and clouds
punctuated
by bright red moments
of coherent thought
maple blossoms out of reach

Concepts un-graspable
as slippery shade
forever mutating
and formless



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