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Sunday Thinking Cap
I wore my thoughts on my head like a ball cap today
Ready to take off and disregard
or to turn around, tilted in the opposite direction
Easy to grab at, to throw away, to steal,
to sneakily hide a lost trinket underneath.
I am unbalanced like a scale
trying to measure dancers
as they prance about unwavering to any schedule or song.
I am a thrash of discombobulated noises and symphonies,
never harmonizing quite right but still quite beautifully
Imperfect.
I wore my heart in my hair today, let it ruffle in the wind
allowed the speed of an old beat up car roar its engines
like it was reliving her glory days
and I was alive again.
I hung my past up on the clotheslines in my backyard to dry out,
but it rained and that seems to be the story of my life.
At the end of the day
my thoughts are all but worn out completely
ready to be chucked away like a sweat drenched Sunday thinking cap.
Copyright ©
M. A. Ceilidh
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