where do they go...
sometimes in a moment-
no warning or hint-
they echo and open
and circle and twist...
they yank at my heart
and punch at my head-
and power my memory-
and splash me all red...
often they tumble
and grumble away-
all sort of jerky-
and liven my day...
when i am lonely-
they warm and enclose-
and lighten my anxious-
with leisurely flow...
from where do they come
and where do they go-
all of these musings-
i really don't know...
Joy Weare.
25th April, 2007.
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