guess its been since the Boston Bombing that I've felt anything worth writing abvout . But thing seem to be getting better all around. a wet warm May under way, Wife has found a new passion ( no not the pool boy ) and Little Goat is excited about the garden
Train
of Thought
There
are too many cracks in this page
The
words won't hold together
and
the words fall through the cracks.
The
voice of the Muse in my head
tells
me to pick them up,
but
the other voices say don't trust her.
But
it is the distant whistle
of
my train of thought ,
lost
in the dark that bothers me most.
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