On Minds

National Poetry Day today, apparently. Here goes, a quickie:

On Minds

“My mind is a monastery,
And I am its monk.”
– John Keats.
What a load of bunk.

My mind’s a jumble sale,
And everything’s a pound.
Old stuff, new stuff, mainly junk.
Roll up, roll up,
Gather round,
Take your pick from my lost and found!

– Annie Copland, 2013.

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