Mind

Most days my mind wants to wander, ring a bluebell in summer, eat melon with hot pepper. My mind wears size xxl. Says hello to whoever.

My mind censures fences, knocks discretion. Prefers someone’s set of pearly photos. Runs like a sonata, needs no French lessons.

Doesn’t hate the word of, likes how it makes connections.

My mind is a badger, short wide body cute face.

I keep her as a pet. Fine amusement pretty face.

When Mind wanders she doesn’t forsake. She treasures all places enough to need them forever.

Mind is hyper, cautious, and fleet. Mind has been hunted for fur for meat.

Clever under threat, her apprehensions hold.

Mind splits (divides) or splits (leaves). Split me from this place, I’m off to where connections hug like specters and everything can be told.