Restless spirits always moving
from room to room    Looking
for something different
something new to do    Like
vapor rising into clouds
     gathering - churning - falling
     And
even though lightning
never strikes twice    As
each bolt’s born to die
     its restlessness continues
to haunt the collective mind

Restless spirits always sprinting
     from house to field
     Small children on their backs
staring at the sky
Watching - rolling -
weaving into cartwheels    As
    the cotton candy mountains
drift so freely by    Hallucinations
               innocent
      of animal grace
And for the young dreamer
time’s a snail’s pace

     Restless spirits always brooding
- cursing the snow and rain   And
when the sun breaks through the clouds
       they curse the heat again
             And
   for the adulted children
     watching - waiting - scheming
time’s too much the lightning
they’ve marveled at
     all their lives

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