I have been thinking lately upon why the sky is blue – and other serious questions.

When I walk

I think –

Or, at least,

I think

I think.

Or, do I?

Staring at blue skies

is hardly committing my brain

to the act of work.

And putting words together

in a stream of consciousness

could be done

by anyone.

I consider the big issues,

the pertinent topics,

the—

and, then, I see

a butterfly,

and my thoughts turn,

on a sixpence,

to the trivial,

the trite…

the aerodynamics

of a butterfly’s flight…

which, thing, actually,

isn’t trivial,

or trite –

am I right?

Well, am I?

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