wandering – not wondering;
not praying for, nor pondering...

gods, lovers, & house flies –
closed-eyed watch the world go by.

& time just ticks: you & me;
time to rue, time to see...

time to discuss, out of disgust –
that which we of ourselves distrust.

& withering to cosmic dust;
no brilliant hues, no pretty rust...

we shall recall, & come to miss –
the lives we did not let exist.

a life we could not: let exist.

dried leaves danced upon the street -
though never really keeping beat.

(& for a moment: thinking ceased -
soul allowing entry to
. . .
the deepest kind of peace.)