What my mind
thinks it will find
is what it will look for--
and what it seeks
is what it will see,
confirming more and more
a sense of doom
or sense of boon,
depending on my gaze.
Please may I learn
to steer and turn
my mind in healthful ways.
sunset recently
In the notebook
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Great poem and picture! Where do you live?