A cloud of
synchronized gnats caught my eye.
I stood and
watched,
Their dance of
side to side, low, high.
To something
classical —
Is it Mozart’s
Piano Sonatas? Aquatic!
Moisture!
Moisture! (entered my mind)
This could
be problematic.
I chose to
forget about them; until now.
7:53, this
poem must end soon…
I’m getting tired
of punctuation.
Self-discipline
being strewn,
Throughout this
poem;
I’ve left
out a few.
“Amusing
what holds my attention nowadays”
Punctuation;
Gnats! Who knew?
I probably didn't use them all correctly either. 😁
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