Easy Come, Easy Go

by vermismeridiem

It’s early afternoon;

Gentle sun and silky breeze.

 

The leaves flutter and

The branches sway, 

Together leaving patches

Of shifting, speckled shades 

On the pebbled ways. 

 

Sitting on a bench

In the midst of it all—

Friday’s concluding outflow,

Never too different 

From its morning influx—

He wondered

If they were just a big,

Unwary herd after all. 

 

Jazz, Jazz—

All that Jazz.

 

She leaned back and

Watched the daily round,

Where certitude lies

Forever long. 

 

 

Advertisements