You Dropped Your Thought Poem by Birgit Bunzel Linder

There is one thought who thought
Was free to roam on milky streets
But it flew so fast
It hit the lamp post near the factory
And bruised as it was
Landed on your upturned collar
Thinking—as that is what most thoughts do—
It was a wall fortressing its demise
"I love you" it whispered
Or maybe it said "I'm home"
It almost fell off when you tripped
Over a soot black broken brick
"Hold on to me" it begged
When you sneezed your winter cold
How delighted it was to see
You turn toward the early bakery
But when you opened the door
To warmth, comfort and more
You turned your collar down
And the thought was gone.