about something else
it wandered off
on a tangential excursion
backpack fully loaded
before I knew it
the cows
had come home
and the gate
was closed.
The first creative writing course I took in college ( 1983!) , my professor use to say that in my writings I tended to wander off on tangents. When I tell stories to people this also happens often. I made fun of myself in this poem.
