Back to the Flow
The words come and go
From my mind
Back to the flow
Each one a different of its kind
A word or two
Here or there
A phrase too blue
Flung back in the air
In my mind
The sorting begins
The words that bind
Are welcomed in
Snipets of phrases
And quotes of speeches
Cast and recast
Like roles in a play
Or a fisherman's net
Better yet – the gambler's die
Worn smooth and dry
Back on track
Round and round
Doe see doe
Shuffling words like a poker deck
Where the words end up – nobody knows
Not even the poet
who never really knew it – at all
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