I reached with my mind
to cup the words
before they vanished
but that was eight hours ago ~
after a Monday life at home,
morning thoughts had been
left to hang out alone,
swept under the rug,
drifted out an open door,
swirled down a drain,
untethered words flying away
until and when time to return.
“Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?”
~ Sigmund Freud
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