that which may fall from above
rhyme & meter fail me
as I reach for words [like a
kite] caught up in a tree
there is no pattern to follow
no cut & paste
or rinse & repeat
only a faint premonition
stirring within the leaves
and there at the base
sits a collection basket
haphazardly catching
that which may fall from above
[and to be recycled later]
—the rest around the perimeter
raked into a pile of ideas
october two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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jdubqca 
Love this one…. I think most of us can relate to this. ❤️ Happy Halloween! 🎃
Love that you do ~ Happy Halloween Michelle!
Thank you… 👻