Rapid thoughts
Rapid thoughts come and go
and I don't even know
where they're from
or how they did come?
But I don't rack my brain anymore.
For they will come again.
And I will capture some of them
and hold on to them if I can.
Just like hailing a taxi cab
that goes right on by,
rapid thoughts are hard to catch
but sooner or later if you try
they'll stop.
poem by Edwina Reizer

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