mind

rested
gets arrested
in own serenity
~a limpid pool
~
am leery about disturbing
it with a thought pebble
creating wordy
ripples
~
yet moments flee
like screaming trains
amidst shrill whistles emanating
from steamed up pressure cooker
~
hastily relieving its stress
I lower flame to lowest point
muffling its chords as I begin
to crack hard boiled eggs
~
after breakfast
maybe idea kites
will finally snag
others, who knows
~
 

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