Black and White

Black and White

I long for the times of black and white

and sepia tones

when I was in the woods

living alone

with thoughts and a fiddle

and no lawn to care for

or emails to answer

There's no need for dress shoes

or unpractical ties

just crickets and flies

and kites that connect the ground to the sky

lifting up our dreams on its tight string

kept up in the air by the changing winds

I dunno what that was about but I wanted to write something because I didn't really like the piece I wrote yesterday... I guess this is my chaser poem to wipe the taste of yesterday's piece out of my mouth. Peace out.