Some poems are forgotten.
As they are not written down.
As the mind is worthless and forgets
Reminds me of the mosquito that one second is right before your eyes and quickly leaves vanishes into another dimension
Reminds me of a cloud up way up in the sky one moment it is duck
and the next something I have no comprehension of.
Like the bubble gleaming sunshine
Pops! And it is no longer mine.
Let me write this down
Before it flies & all gone.
It can now be found
This poem not forgotten.
7 3 2022 A. Hernandez



















