Red Shoes
Random
Recycling
What does that mean?
Dunno
I just liked the sound
of it
as I wandered around
outside

Looking up
catching the rain
Mouth open wide
as wide as the Sky
Hoping to feel
the rain on my
face and in my
eyes
Waiting for the puddles
that gather in my socks
that cover my ankles
way below my knees
Waiting for the rain to
come and the wind to
bring it here
please

The bememoth moves
slowly
without a word
to the other side
of the couch

now that is progress

but so is sitting in one place
resisting running around

My Dad has been looking a little
funny for the past couple of days
I am really not sure I am comfortable
with him looking at me that way
My husband says it is the wind that
gives a tilt to his frame
But I think it is the dusting I did
to his picture the other day is
to blame

I work my stream of consciousness
like a river flowing throught the woods
thinking of all the things
that pass me by
like seeds of the dandelion floating
in the air
the undercurrent of things
connecting here and there

As they swam by
Blinking at you
with their school of eyes

Thinking that you were a whale
But that is another tale

It was one of those wake up
mornings
When sleeping was not so long
And there was some wondering
if going back to sleep
would life still go
It did
And the honking and the music
was stil there and not gone
So I guess it doesn’t matter if
I sleep so long