by Cheryl Merrick
Once again in my seat
By the sunny window,
I gather my battered thoughts together,
Smoothing and repairing
ruffled edges and worn spots.
Moments pass peacefully
as ideas and feelings
are examined, expressed, and recorded.
Closure is found
as the whirling, jumbled mass
is slowly straightened out,
reveling patterns
of lasting beauty.
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