Ya' Think?

Sometimes thoughtlessly meandering through foggy streets of memory Hardly even knowing the trip is here, or is it? Caught up in wonder as sunlight warms shoulders carrying hatless freedom Not wanting to stop this frivolous frolic of meaningless moments Holding a rake beside a swirling pile of last year's leaves Enjoying that good feeling is as this year's leaves open before me And yet do my hands caress her in last night's half sleep While breeze tickles neck hair keeping herring flies at bay Randomness ricochets with the speed of humming birds That arrived today to interrupt our morning hot tub coffee session.