Untangling threads and wires, Unusual hobby as a child, Minutes to hours of staring, Fingers loosening parts. Unbeknownst to the majority, Although boring it might seem, Engaging it was for the mind, Logic, rules, systems in strings. Who knew it would be useful, On a day of a thousand changes, Leaders leaving, stocks zigzagging, Easily traversed, navigated them all.
#TinySpringPoem with Beth Kempton | Day 8
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Something peaceful after the untangled is finally tanglefree
Just loving reading your poetry Jen......the only one on substack that I'm consistently saving to read later.....