I was thinking of you on my walk
Not an uncommon pastime
But fraught with danger
But now I pre-sedate each thought
By chanting a safety mantra
Remote and unattainable
Remote and unattainable
Remote and unattainable
Before I continue thinking of you
Wistfully
Affectionately
And with a strange swirl of happy sad
Remembering fun
Creative passion fueling fires
Spinning thoughts and ideas
Bouncing words back and forth
Obliquely
Ambiguously
Like some kind of Olympic sport
But going from the light of a cosmic supernova
To a compact fluorescent
Is about as appetizing as eating an elephant platter
Hold the fries and pass a fork
I’ll dim the lights and light a candle
What’s that song, can you hum a few chords?
Hhhmmmm………
David Trudel © 2012
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Beautiful, David.