Where are you?

I've been wondering where you are,

or is that too far?

Fine, I won't drive your car

or ask you to show your scar.

Instead, I'll give you this word salad;

I hope it suits your palate.

The leaves tossed my thoughts, and gosh, I've lost my ballot!

Now I can't cast my vote

or even care to carry this large tote

of all that's mine or yours, or things I never wore.

Scars I never tore.

What a bore!

Some old tour of broken bones

we might as well ignore…

—The Thoughtful Fish