A
thought, a random revelation, geyser
like,
a wellspring of wisdom perhaps.
Then
again, a distraction happens, and
the
train pulls out of the station. I failed
to
hear the conductor call, all aboard. I
shall
not reach my desired destination
today.
Old Faithful is a thousand miles
away;
my memory fades. Nature, I sup-
pose,
is sometimes that way. Tomorrow
is
bound to reveal yet another day. In the
meantime,
I’ve got some time to waste.
Chris
Hanch 11-19-19
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