FLYPAPER THOUGHTS
Today I could talk straight through until I die and not tell you half
my thoughts and history. None great but I was there and lived it all. So
much, all the time. Little things, big feelings—I am an Indian mound full
of artifacts, a wrapped present on Christmas morning, full of surprises.
These atypical thoughts will leave me, but here they are for you to see,
caught on my flypaper.
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Moon casts her shadows
A plop sounds in the old creek
Night birds croon their songs
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Nice how the moon’s cast of shadows makes a plop in the creek. I also like how writing is like flypaper for our thoughts.
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Have to give credit to my Unconscious for the first observattion! Thanks…
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Stunning haibun Nan!!
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I’m smiling. Thank you…
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