THOUGHTS

They tumble like tumbleweeds.

 

Sometimes I watch them tumble by –

one, and then another and another.

 

But I catch some, too

and hold them close to me awhile

but let them go as others lure me.

 

I can hold two or three at once

and then I free some

as others come along

compelling me to release a thought

I felt I could discard.

 

It has gone this way

for all my days.

 

But my thoughts are different now

than when I started watching them

and holding some – long years ago –

way back before I can remember.

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