Barbara Browne

Thoughts
 
Accrue
   or stew
Occur to me
   fleetingly

Gently tug
   at your hem
Bowl you down
   like a pin

Fragile parcel,
   neatly wrapped
Frenzied, bold
  and tousled mass-

A wig with legs-
   A nest of sticks-
A pearl- a dart-
   A hook- a knot-

Cast a line
   Set a trap
Knock and wait
   Crash the gate

Way too late
   Or just in time?
Here’s a penny’s worth:
   They cost a dime.

Barbara Browne is a musician, writer, plant person and caregiver whose writing has appeared in Garden Rant.  She ruminates and reflects in suburban Philadelphia.