Sometimes

Been cat napping lately

while words float like timbers

down the Poudre river

searching for a place to rest

that’s best.

Words on paper that rhyme

sometimes

drifts along without meaning

but eventually become

poetry.

So with that in mind

write a few lines

between cat naps and smile

knowing you floated through life

searching for meaning.

burn baby burn

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