The complete writings of W. Mahlon Purdin, Jacob Harmony and Bill Purdin
Working Poems
by W. Mahlon Purdin

It’s when the mind turns
In a new direction
That everything clears
In its path.
Dead, set in a way
Thought atrophies as though
Frozen forever.
Now, suddenly melted
Awash in new currents
We turn in whirlpools
And indecision.
It seems confusing,
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