My thoughts,


 like startled sparrows,

lifting and swirling away

and lighting on the wires

that connect them,

are unable to settle down in one spot.

So much to do,

not enough time

yet nothing but time...

When I try to filter through them

to find the ones that are the most important

I come up empty-handed.

I'd make a list,

but I forgot what I was thinking about.

guess it wasn't important...

Jennifer George 5/2k6



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