Blowing Thoughts
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Wind blowing thoughts in my mind, furling and unfurling ideas,
tossing them around, looking for the words to express each
vision and image that beckons to me in stride.
Cautiously, placing items into an array, deciding exactly what
to do with them.
Lining up, giving me many moments to put together puzzles that
my brain gives to me and enjoys.
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