Mind Catching Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind Catching



Staring out a glass door at Fort McDowell,
people sitting around me playing Bingo.
Mountains surge before my vision, showing
their regal majesty from God above.
Desert beauty, arid in my mind, catching
on cacti needles, poking and prodding
ingenious thoughts to lie upon a screen,
awaiting their universal purpose in a rhyme
of sorts.

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