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.
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