Hazy Acres

I’m not sure whats next

I hear a lot of tiny sounds around me 

A different kind of hearing 

Aware 

I am forgetting things at times

At times I do one thing and then start another thing 

Then I remember the first thing as I am walking by after starting a third thing 

Forgetting the second thing

I asked questions until the sun came out 

Sitting in front of my own reflection 

Right through me I saw me 

And then I saw more in the memory 

Outside the present 

Not physically 

Yet 

I was driving down a road I usually drive down for a coffee

I hear a lot of tiny sounds around me 

Nothing needs to make sense 

Yet 

I can make sense of nothing 

Needing everything to fit

Stepping in a different timing 

Making faces in the window

Just to change the patterns 

Replace what you did to get there this same time yesterday 

With a new way to get there this time today 

Crunchy paper with funky eyes 

Black bleeding markers

A Lost dogs sad neighbor 

Leaves fall

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