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Road Trip = Brain Cleaning

Road Trip = Brain Cleaning

My thoughts

tumble out

a   c   r   o   s   s      t   h   e        p   l   a   i   n   s

They ramble,                c   a    r

roll aimlessly,                               t

picking up detritus,                          w 

shedding bits.                  l             h

No boundaries.                   e    e

The plains are vast,                                                    tch.

Plenty of room                                                 e

for thoughts to meander, r                     str

Most never return:             o

blown on to Nebraska.          a    m,  

Gone for good.

Like the nomad tumbleweeds.

A few,   (the loyal ones?) 

Return quietly at dusk

and slip back into my mind.

Exhausted from a  rambunctious playtime

they tuck themselves in, 

sorted into orderly stacks
like children tucked between crisp sheets.

Now sorted, they make sense.