Nirvana

One day in Fall
as I walked the Heath
my Mind slipped free.
 
Like a dog unleashed
it cavorted fields.
Rolled round in leaves.
Relieved itself
at the foot of a tree.
 
I whistled.
But it never came back to me.

Joe Cullen

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