by Brendan Strong
Some days, it’s just a little
A raging mind raves with comments
A limping imagination curls up in a
Breaking bread with magpies and
Thieving token rings and
If I could drive my car
Away from here, I would.
But i’m stuck in traffic and can’t see anything else
Except the traffic in front, beside and behind
But when I’m calmer I decide
I wouldn’t want to leave you behind
I wouldn’t make it too far alone
With a limping imagination, following ideas
Like a dog follows a bone.
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