unfettered thoughts
               scattered like spilt
       coin on slippery cobbles brass, silver,and gold
                     all lie gleaming
on the steaming
               .... . ....stone.

                        small thoughts
and large
spent along the way
                 these here,now,
are the dross
        and dreck of the day.

          one by one,
                   regained and
  pocketed,
         so gently,
                    put away,
                              at rest,
                                      at last,      
                weary mind,
              and tired bone.
            all thoughts now,
                    neatly
                 tucked up
           inside of my head.