I’m wandering again wearing my old coat. Holes in my jeans.
The soft shoe shuffle.
Mist in my room. Rain on my pillow.
The green river carries ships and birds.
Leaves of red and yellow.
Hat on my head.
It takes a while to get there.
The have you done this, have you done thats until I finally let go:
travel backwards, forwards in time.
Fool that I am
such a simple,