A cloud of synchronized gnats caught my eye.
I stood and watched,
Their dance of side to side, low, high.
To something classical —
Is it Mozart’s Piano Sonatas? Aquatic!
Moisture! Moisture! (entered my mind)
This could be problematic.
I chose to forget about them; until now.
7:53, this poem must end soon…
I’m getting tired of punctuation
Self-discipline being strewn,
Throughout this poem;
I’ve left out a few.
“Amusing what holds my attention nowadays”
Punctuation; Gnats! Who knew?
I probably didn’t use them all correctly either. 😁