Walking in a film grain essence
pushing my empty wheelbarrow
full of thoughts and wisdom.
I see a ferry on the riverside
huffing and puffing Charcoal Grey.
The women in the red dress
boards the ferry as the wind
blows graceful tunes.
She turns to me and whispers
blue prints and marry-go-rounds.
I pushed my wheelbarrow
full of thoughts and wisdom
but this time heavier then ever.
Far down the silky stream I see
the women in the red dress.
Smile.