Vagrant Thoughts
During day, mind is clogged
By a thousand thoughts
A pot of marbles upturned
On attempting to sweep them together
They slip and slither
Running this way and that way
At night, after their vagrant wanderings
They come back to roost
......................... if not insomniac!
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2021
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