A Longer Way

To see the lilac blossom once more I took a low road around my apartment building I don't do this too often So my way home was a little longer. Not much longer actually, about 200 steps more. Lilacs were beautiful, I smelled the heady scent of lilacs Walking through the back lane. I love the lilacs in bloom They were in the late stage of flowering, already shrunk a little, soon to fade. As I turned to the home drive, I saw a tractor standing With the engine running, the driver was smoking, sitting in his cabin. It didn't mean anything, but I remembered this trifle. I can't say why I tend to remember meaningless things. Maybe they relate to me on a deeper level, That I can't explain to myself, and I never try.