what I want to say is what I am thinking
although it may not apply and I may just
have started and don't know anything yet
even what I am specifically thinking about
the mind moves from one word to the next
drawing a thread of meaning from the path
a Mozart melody made of graceful phrases
strung together on the harmony of grammar
there we are a week before winter worried
about mortality the body fragile lodging for
the me that thinks and looks ahead to spring
and all the thinking we still will have to do
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