JANUARY SEEMINGS
Today my brains
are like clouds
in a windswept sky.
Without concentration
they bounce about my skull
like a roomful of ping-pong
balls.
Perhaps it was the blizzard,
and all those feet of snow
that walked round my house
for hours--
stood on the roof, waiting,
till that old arctic wind
blew them off into a
break-dancing
frenzy in mid-air: Fancy
footwork,
disintegrating in wild
self-abandonment to the
windswept sky--
scattered like brain-clouds
through January’s gray Mind
of trackless amplitudes.
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