Thoughts – a poem

thoughts

There is a rhythm

to our thoughts

when we step through doors

 

A stuttering cadence

like saplings

breaking through

 

A creak in the cranium

and swoop

down the spine:

it minnows through muscle

burrowed in bone

It

 

takes root in the seconds

you discover

Takes flight from the moment

ago

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