The cold air sneaks
in
but I am
comfortable.
The cat won't go
outside.
An almost full moon,
another beautiful
dinner, drinks,
and a smoky,
peaty scotch
I like too much.
I lie in bed
and dream real things.
Life lived as
an educated guess,
an approximate thing.
More. That is all we need,
all that we want.
The old lie,
more
or less.
ReplyDeleteDid you take that photo?
It's very dreamy in the cat's paw.
dreamy you are in the cat’s paw
Yet many of my school friends have risen
in the world.
By the Five Tombs in light cloaks they
ride their sleek horses.
Autumn Meditation, Tu Fu
When you walked in golden fields,
who told you the berries were poison,
was it a friend of yours,
or did you just know,
did you make up rules as you went along
sparkling in the season’s glow,
were there times when there was a wind inside your mind
when every blade of grass was a sign?
the same old song,
snapping at your heals,
begone, the motorized wheels
counting to four
the daisies deal forget me not.
Mr. Real ties his belt in a knot,
or try one more time
to ride your bike about the lot.
why do they stare
snapping at you,
come along now
always is not always so,
dreamy you are in the cat’s paw
tying your shoes with your fingers in the way
moping all the day
your throat raw.
Did you expect the rain?
the puddles on the sidewalk were warm,
and when you looked around
water dripped from leaves
and splattered on the ground.
what was it that was missing do you suppose?
your shoes tied neatly
dressed in your summer clothes.
I didn't take the picture. . . but I like it.
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