Ideas galore rattle about my scattered thoughts
like the pattering of spring rain beyond the sill
they all come and go just that quick
the headaches that throb to be heard
like pleading people waiting next in line
a couple's first meeting in a park holding hands
coffee shop flirtations and cutting smiles
some demanding mental patient's horrific screams
a child's calling for his biking friends to wait
a mother breast feeding in a restaurant
the tow truck driver's approaching limp
unlit cigar being chewed by an angry man
the weeping woman on her cell phone
or cat playfully chasing the dog's lazy tail
so many stories to be told
each character with a background
how did they cross this bridge of now
where am I going in the retelling
and what is the big picture of things
shall the reader even care
if she leaves on the train in the morning?
~ David De Lane Snow
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