Her mind liked to feather dust ideas

By Annette Marie Hyder

then put them neatly back upon the shelf.
She always kept the floor of her subconscious
you-can-eat-off-it spotless clean
and her shiny windows let you see for miles.
But looking through those windows
was discomforting.
For all her miles were empty to the horizon
all fallow fields without one single tree.

(NaPoWriMo day 23)