A poem for ThinkTank

Sitting on a red sofa

in the kitchen...

resting after a night of diluted sleep

watching spots of rain cling to glass

wind moving treetops -

I remember many half-drunk cups of cold tea

how often I've lost keys

found friends

moved slowly thru rushes

past butterflies that licked the underside of my imaginative powers -

May it ever be so

May here simply be for you & me...