I like getting
to take a walk
in weather like this
It’s one of those nights
when you just let
the poetry write itself
and very little effort
is demanded
It rained late afternoon
and early evening
and then tapered off
and it’s warm for winter
but the ground doesn’t dry
and many puddles remain
filling sags in the road
but it’s a gorgeous night
to take a stroll
even on familiar streets
and the wetness of the ground
just seems so fertile
and inspiration
it strikes in a heartbeat
and each step echoes chance
and headlights
from the oncoming traffic
glares in my face
all the hedges and tree branches
are still damp from the rain
and I step in a few puddles
and it’s all okay
the light from the gas station is on
and the bakery is closed
but the baker is already there
preparing the sticky buns
for the morning rush
but I’ll be sleeping in
dreaming and pondering the future
and what it’s gonna bring me
over the next several months
Well, for now, I’m buzzing,
The Flyers are rolling in replay
and Scooby Doo is hungry
Positive thinking might help
so I’ll psyche myself up
and give myself a pep talk:
get a computer
learn computers
print up a book
keep on getting better
learn German or Dutch
but it was a charming walk
through streets old familiar
and I’m jonesing for a beer
and maybe a snack
Cap the night time right
and push yourself through
another evening’s chance
and this is all that’s left
even after all this time.
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