The Next Thought

I wonder what my next thought
will be? I’ve discarded
Those that cause woes
And now the sky is free.
Popcorn falls.
The rain’s
already down allowing
 The Crisply Falling.

I read Kafka today
And my next thought arrived.
I wonder if Dawkins a master surveyor
of Evolution with an imagination
for Dinosaurs among other species,
had any time for Kafka
The master of Overnight-Metamorphosis
of a Cockroach.



L. Fullington  

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