On The Off Chance
The sun hits the frost on my neighbor’s roof
revealing a field of jewels instead of shingles.
Of course, one must take the time to see such
rich scenes, scenes that won’t stay. The same
revealing sun is the stealing sun, melting them
away once again before I finish my cup of coffee.
Bread sings “Baby I’m-A Want You” on the AM
station I listen to as I sit and think the thoughts
53yr old men think first thing in the morning—
one being variations on a theme of “-A Want You.”
Now maybe you’d rather not know, but on the off
chance you’re curious, know that older men, like
younger men, wake many mornings lusty, with
eyes peeled for glints of jewels or even curves
of flesh as we remember coming to our senses
at jr. high school dances as girls swayed to Bread.
Most mornings the sun quickly swallows such scenes
away, so we tune in to the decadent piñon in our
coffee, still lusty yet tempered slightly, olderish.
Adore! Fearless bard of all things breathless with wonder, want and where few tread!!!
“Olderish.” Well captured, John.
Yes, I’m finding that the 50’s is the decade of “olderish.”
Michele and Jody, if you think the 50’s is the decade of “olderish,” just wait until you reach the 70’s!!!