
here drifts the mind on wander
a drifter becomes the i
blowing over the asphalt
dusting the road on white
slipping to stream from drift
stream her veins flow
veins pursue heart of mind
and mind the heart drift wanders

here drifts the mind on wander
a drifter becomes the i
blowing over the asphalt
dusting the road on white
slipping to stream from drift
stream her veins flow
veins pursue heart of mind
and mind the heart drift wanders
You’re making autumn hard to resist. The last two lines are fantastic.
Thank you Bob 🙏🏼
Clever piece, echoing the cyclic rhythm of nature and, indeed, life.
Watch out, the whirlpools might grab you. 🙂
Sometimes it feels like that is indeed the case.
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