Thoughts appeared in threes today –
posed for a family portrait
in the ebbing winter light. Halfway
into their mission to beget
a meaning, they sighed sadly in the cold.
Sister and her father and her brother
tacitly agreed they must withhold.
They’d just recalled lacked a mother.
Other thoughts in trios then appeared –
but each left, secrets all unspoken.
Again, it was, alas, as I now feared:
families of thoughts, today, were broken.
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