A single thought
lingers
unattached
and then it floats away
A thread
weaves words
and people
until no one remembers to water it.
Then it quietly fades away
A train of thought
whistles,
calls you aboard,
then swoops you off and on
to a new adventure.
I’m off to buy a ticket!
I like this poem. The imagery is fun because you get a quick flash and then it’s a new image.