I wander my mind
as my mind wanders
over cobblestone mornings
and red-eyed sunsets
hedgeclipping
over the hills
trimming the trees
of their cowlicks
my thoughts stray
like puppies –
aimlessly –
keeping secrets
and sniffing out
truths
sometimes
it matters
what we call things
and sometimes
it only matters
that we see them
.
..
.
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