Crossed Lines
Here inklings linking lines of thought
are threaded neatly, simply brought
to heel, reined in, discreetly taught
to underscore ideas. Here’s sought
communication vectors caught
in lightning insight flash, both short,
coherent, to the point! ... Now ought
I not recall what I meant to write about?
poem by Jonathan Robin
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