gone

sometimes between the tumble of Tuesday
and the furious rush to Friday... i catch a small thought

just out of sight

to my right

it says:

gone

the link is gone
the connection is

gone

and as I turn my attention there

to my right

there is just a
strawberry

lying there

at the summer's end...
strange
just lying there

and the cars hoot and the lift closes in front of me
and the meeting adjourns
and night rushes up to me
and
moulds me into the mattress
and I fall asleep
with the little
thought
just

to the right

of
me