SEPTEMBER FREEFORM

All accessible to my thumb

Yet, it becomes a mystery to me

As to where I know my friends

At times, the puzzle even Spreads to whether they

Know each other on social media

Because artist to artist, writer to writer

Ought to be friends or enemies, fighting for the good fight

To express like juice

Into the great well

I forget though where they are now

Finding myself browsing to catch up

Scrolling through different realms, mentioning folks they’ve never heard of and trying to figure out if the pieces will fit together or if it

Is not a match and looking for more alike fits for fun.