Along the Walkway
Along the walkway somewhere lilacs scent
And visions of grandeur waft betwixt my head
A “Hmm” after each new-ward notion, then
Like thistles, keep slipping through the cracks of zen
Why Campanula ringing out
Disturbed by the sounds unrenounced
Then I stop again, in an “ah ha!” revelation
Followed by the “No wait, that's not quite it” aggravation
When from on high, a mighty oak hits me on the acorn
“Oooh” suddenly things seem clearer more and more
And looking down I can't ignore the facts
Of my "that's it" underwear and my "oh no!" pants
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2012
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