(A twisted careless thought curled back into the middle of my mind.) An accidental consequence of someone else’s solid truth, a radiant silent reply, a whirling wind, the dust of scattered memories brought up. (I wish I could have held it - a kite I’d never flown.) I wish I could have kept it out so words could paint its gown but it went in, inside the core. (A thought crawled back but is no more.)
