“Whirligig”

fresh off

a nonsensical dream

that i can’t quite

remember,

i ooze

onto the scene

of another day,

red plastic Solo cup

of unsweetened tea

in hand

as i sit under

the swooshing

and

the gentle hum

of the dizzy dizzy

ceiling fan,

gyrating

like a whirligig

as if powered

by the thoughts

circumbobulating

inside the walls

of my mind

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