Thought Cycle

Spring water words

bubble from beneath

the mud of my mind

cascade over rocky starts,

then swell into airy summer delights

in the full acceptance of the day–

 

Too soon they fall in the afternoon

as afterthoughts, cliched leavings

in cities below

merged with winter water waste

then lost in dark oceanic space.

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