Where'd They Go?

Today at breakfast time
thoughts came tumbling,
pushing and shoving
each other as though
I'd put the last jelly
doughnut up for grabs.
"Hey! Make a poem!"
I yelled over the din.
Sometimes they've done
just that: formed graceful
lines that went dancing
around the room. But this
time they just slunk off,
leaving me sitting here
all alone, sticky-fingered
and empty-handed.

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