07/26/2026
I Think, I Think, I Think
I think I think I think
till the cows come home
-and then I think some more.
Until thought becomes river,
churning with fever,
racing toward dawn’s misty rise,
the only balm, the only hush.
Dew gathers on my lashes
-tiny worlds trembling,
dappled specular reflections
of a sky just waking.
L.D
