A Toast To Equilibrium

Along the path, I think of you. Along the trees of gray. And too, I think, it's good I do. Within this shadow play. Where sunlight's but a peekaboo, The waters pigged a Prussian blue, And the empty seat that misses you, In my dowdy cabriolet. s.d. Long {Inspired by a push by Suz-D to write another poem.}