Jan 2020
Just another fleeting instinct
That hops from one event,
One minuscule instance in this
Perpetually flowing spring of time,
To the next.
That hops from one event,
One minuscule instance in this
Perpetually flowing spring of time,
To the next.
I considered renaming it The Big Picture, but then the poem’s context wouldn’t make sense. Does anyone else name their poems before writing them or am I just weird?
