Yesterday,
I saw a man.
He was doing something
But I can't recall what it was.
His face is gone from my memory
A nameless shape with black hair.
And maybe a moustache?
He is swimming somewhere
In my brain's vast ocean
Where it keeps all things
insignificant.
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it happens often...!
ReplyDeleteMy ocean is filled with flotsam and jetsam and those plastic thingies that hold six packs together. Very crowed and polluted. The man would get lost in there :)
ReplyDeleteThere are those who say you could still pull that information out, as if it were filed away but retrievable. I don't think the filing cabinet of my mind works that way, though. If I truly think something is insignificant, as sad as that may be, it gets thrown out the metaphorical window, rather than filed. I hope someone else picks it up.
ReplyDeleteNot so insignificant, after all!
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