from out of my thinking, is something
on the tip of my tongue, its clinging
was it this, was it that, this thing I begat
kept wandering' in mental wondering
lurking in the jumble of mind and memories
Ideas pop by the thought that is shy
lost in a mist, like it wants to resist
un-brought to this verse, sighs
the thought has dispersed...JMF 2/16/15