Vagrant Thoughts

A sibilant sound
whispers in the wind
a candle gutters
creating fleeting shadows.

Reflections create ripples
of passing moments
languishing elegantly
on a sea of apathy
captured, embalmed
or snap frozen.

Ernest Hemingway
betrothed to a boat
fishes for tuna
with a tommy gun.

The myth of contented bliss
exists
as silent echoes
of promises pawned.

Dreams disintegrate
like thoughts
and escape as smoke
from burning trees.

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