Some Mornings

Some mornings Written: by Tom Wright 4/7/2018 Thoughts arrive like comets, swift and bright, Each, a former tenant of a mind swept clean. Often with a frequency of thieves in the night, Of late, draped in dust, no more showing sheen; For worthwhile words, today, I sit chumming, Ideas that come aren’t worth a dime, nor cent. But whatever their worth they’ll just keep coming, Until the end when there’ll be no words unspent;
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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