Idea
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read

A fleeting thought grew legs to trot
Multiplied to a stampede-size,
Out of the blue, she flapped and flew
To h o l l o w out my distrait eyes.
Demanding attention,
Rebranding convention,
Her speech felt fuzzy to touch,
Left me blinking, disoriented thinking,
There’s meaning — I gathered that much.
Not so avant-garde
Rules hard to disregard
I’m not your Edward Estlin,
But my right brain’s nagging
As my left’s left dragggging,
Divided by that Iron Curtain.
~g