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A List That
Dangles Before Me~~~
I have a list that never seems to disappear…
tasks to accomplish, worries to be wrung out.
It’s there at sunrise and lingers well into the night,
as the Great Horned owl lulls me into fitful sleep
during these cold winter nights.
This ragged and mangled list dangles
within my heart and mind,
a reminder of what remains … a collection of thorns in my side.
As I attempt to remove them,
I use a fragile pair of tweezers
that have seen better days.
But the heart and mind grow weary at times…
all these loose threads seem to dangle,
awaiting to be stitched securely.
I have no seamstress skills,
but I do possess a stubborn streak
that has served me well.
Even so, I cannot conquer the pile
that lingers in the shadows…
never shrinking, like the enduring quality of polyester.
