City of the Mind

city of the mindby childlike fantasies andworries exhaustedof my mendacious mindat nothing laughingand for the flower crying'cause it diesnot knowing how to save itso nothing remains for thisfickle mind of mine butto forget now and hereafter— as it did before —and thus continue on its ownto rhymelulled by the sea like a fishlanguidly—by Paola Bruna