On The Ninth Day

Today being the 9^th

Day of the month

And very windy too

While walking

On the Hi-Line

A strong gust coming

From off the river

Blew a scrap of paper

Out of my notebook

And down

Onto the street

below

Was it I wondered

A thought lost forever

Or perhaps more emphatic

Like a dream recurring

Some day destined

To return in the guise

Of an entirely different poem