
Thoughts lost in the rush
of days spent away
the Post-it® notes unstuck
litter the floor where they strayed.
Like your thoughts, scattered
hopelessly searching for a quay
we gather and assemble
the multi-colored parade.
Was pink for a lover …Brenda XX
green for a payment due on this day
blue for a loan that drained the account
and yellow for a doctor that you hoped to delay.
But the fragments are feral
and resist any proper array
they twirl and tumble into the barrel
as your memories take a last colorful ballet.
About the Creator
Jim Dunn
Born in upstate NY outside of Albany. Now I live in Washington, DC. All things that have happened inbetween are fodder for my poetry.




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