obliged to sit in

the storm ended. and a wonderful sunset finished the day for me. as the last clouds blew away i saw a universe or two or three appear. i felt that my plastic adirondack chair had become the throne of the pharaohs. and happy/sad filed my soul. everyone i had known living and dead filed into my limitless castle. it was a jam session for my soul. ‘just one thing i ask of you when they bring the wagon round please forget you knew my name’.

while i label the stars…
a blues tune
carries me away