Each morning I wake 
with endless thought swirling 
around in my head 
like a tornado across 
the mid west
I try to entrap them, 
to imprision them
to loose leaf paper
as quickly as possible 
each evening before I rest
I re read my  poetic words
and try to make sense 
of the jumble mess
before me
and before I know it
she strikes
turning my unrecognizable 
scattered and jumbled  word
into a beautiful piece
of poetic art and literature                
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