I propose stopping for tonight,
let the dust drift where it may,
following unseen electric fields,
flying high on thermals that circulate
my overheated brain,
I should have been writing poetry
tonight about starlight and popsicles,
instead I watch the dust bunnies
gather around my feet as I
pull on my warm jammies and
climb into a cozy bed.
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