Blue Line

Symptomatic Of  The Times

I had a
thought once

but it
ran away.

said I
didn’t treat it well
enough.

not enough
sugar from the
bowl at breakfast.

or perhaps,
I never folded
its socks
just right, like
it said its mother
used to

A thought with
folded socks

and
how!

abstract figments
tidier than
I.

odder things
could fall
on my ears.

but they
haven’t.

Love,

Muse

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