I had so many plans last night until it happened.
I saw a work much better than mine on TV.
Here me with my different points of view
humbled over the new.
Of course I knew that it’s all the same.
One foot in front of the other.
Still I can’t explain why I should blame
my feelings on the weather.
Perhaps if I kept better attention
I would not have walked into that bus.
But I was too busy with inclination.
I crashed into a bust.
We both hit the pavement together.
For a moment I was on top.
I said I was very sorry.
She helped me down to a spot.
We started to slip dandy.
It was a rainy day.
One wave after another
kissing beyond the whey.
A crowd appeared and snickered
Somebody sang a sweet bar.
Then three or four joined us.
This was going too far.
We stood and addressed the multitude.
Can’t you leave us alone?
This is a private matter.
Everybody please go home!
But they didn’t and started shoving
for that better point of view.
Were we all loving or fighting?
Somebody rose and said “I do!”
That fixed the moment.
We watched a blur in the rain.
“If it doesn’t bite eat it!”
We paused and turned to shame.
And now came a downpour
so hard it didn’t matter.
All shapes within a yard
snickered and were battered.
How sweet it all could be
if only we sat in a circle
and lapped luxuriously
apples into the ample.