Porch Dreaming

His idle head went running, jogging, racing in a convertible Porsche. A wicker chair creaks, images arise behind closed eyes. Out there, beyond his sight, people watch him sprinting away, dogs chase and yap - running like that can get you fizzy-dizzy. No, he will go shopping for a Tesla, or a Chevy Corvette. Which? Decision making always made him dither-some and achy. Too much purchasing power quite tired him out. The sun, was by now, falling asleep on his skin as he rocked back and forth counting pots of gold.