Thoughtless--By Mary Bone--United States

Thoughtless

My friend tried to get into my head

To see what makes me tick.

She took a broom to sweep

Through cobwebs

And reclined on a couch,

Flushed a commode

And checked to see if there were

Bats in the belfry.

Dust had collected and sneezes

Erupted-

Leaving flowing lava.

There was nothing to be

Found except

Traces of

What was once

An imagination.

Mary Bone resides in Wilson, Oklahoma. Her poems have appeared in magazines and online journals. She has written two books of poetry and is working on a third book.