monday poem

a mind
~my mind
stutters in broken
accord
skips a track
loses a beat
and is slow to pick
back up
not knowing where it left off
I wait
for it to regain its bearing
so we can continue
our journey
two old fools
sharing a room
with a view
at the far end of
the hall
and it’s probably better
that we never got
that monkey

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