the cozy dooryard

[clyde]

Talking to dogs hanging out windows at parking lots.....watching the past come back while gazing at large trees, just hanging around....seeing people doing the hive life.....talking to someone ,somewhere---wondering if they are there......thinking about someone else who is so very,very, very far away....so far she is almost right next to me.....and scolding bugs for hiding under their rocks.....wondering about ghosts and how they have vengeful slants....so many people who were and have yet to be.....how I can change everything by merely changing my mind... life is a poem unless you don't see it that way.