sometimes the sky cries
and the flowers bow down
animals look for a hole
and a wise man seeks a clown
when we know what’s going on
should have already gone
you take your right foot out
you put your left foot in
because you don’t know
how else to end
something you did not start
like the horse and the cart
you ask a sleeping dog
to tell you a lie
as jack’s wife eats some lean
peter finds his cucumbers
they put humpty in the trash
and wave to an american pie
this is not how i remember tomorrow
or how next week unfolds
summer does not follow
nor does winter lead
in march april may
but not june or july
I did not mean anything by it

2020 Tim D. Coulter Sr.