Rambling through a wilderness
Of tangles and brambles,
I have thoughts of people,
Places, events and tempests.
They flow like a river in my mind.
Dashed on rocks, some scatter.
Others get caught in a backwater eddy,
Recurring intrusively from time to time.
I let go a lot of other ones,
Flowing out to the metaphysical sea
In a great, fan shaped swath of discoloration.
The backwater thoughts sometimes
Get churned into dirty foam,
Laying in wait on the still surface,
Popping in the heat of midday sun.
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