Mason G. Senft
It lay upon my mind all day,
Tacit, yet gnawing;
A thought that wouldn't go away
And I, ignoring. For what about my daily chores,
A teacher serves his pupils.
What's so esteemed by troubadours,
Could lay to rest such scruples? The day wore on and then was gone
The thought, still there, abiding.
My soul, beleaguered, gave a yawn