walking to the store

a pulsating staccato of rainbow music

peppered through the cracked window

pausing only for a moment to saturate my day

in one ear and out the other

and back again

i stepped out on the front yard grassy ground

but wanted only to turn right around

and go back in

alas the warm amber butterfly afternoon pulled me outdoors

past my mailbox the hot sidewalk moved beneath my shoes

a sudden breeze sent tree leaves leaving down the black tar street

plastic glass cars swiftly pass my way

slightly slow yet much too fast to say

roundabout to roundabout they proceed

highways and avenues the city to countryside commute

not me i said to myself absolutely positively resolute

walking to the store

i can feel my thoughts flow as they pour

like clear cool water from a flooded reservoir

walking to the store

i’m not living in my memories just sweeping the floor

of my brain remnants before they gather much more

walking to the store

strolling past a plethora of shuttered shoppe doors

when secrets are the reason you draw your daily breath

then secrets aren’t secret anymore