Thoughts
slip around colours
blooming behind closed
lids pierced by
the radiant afternoon.

Each idea
pinned like a sheet
on a clothesline
collecting a stubborn stream
of consciousness.

A parade of worries
reeling out
into the fresh air and
fading under the sun.

© SF Jones, 2016

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