Summer Wind Ruminations

November 26, 2007
I am,
The absent musings,
Of a chipped pencil.
Scratchings on a page,
Weighted down with meaning.
Half-formed words,
That hold,
Full-formed ruminations.
Waiting until a,
Warm gust of wind,
Rustles and scatters,
Doggerel floating through the,
lazy, summer evening.

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