pleasant afternoon
sitting in long gold grass
munching some lunch
randomly talking about random things
watching plane cross the sky
walk down path
through foggy woods
damp from rain
contemplating the next adventure
I won’t actually go on
downtown; out of place
among fancy hotels and ‘beautiful people’
bend down to pick up nickel
going home to a can of soup
bottle of sake on the shelf
begging me to drink it
mustn’t disappoint it
thought about eating
turkey sandwich with my soup
but that sounds rather pedestrian doesn’t it?
