I’m collecting keys,
weighed with opportunities
that stretch my pocket

I sat on my toadstool
watching bees drink from Dandylions

I could see across the flat calm sea
a blue sky come to visit

I feign would dream a summers dream
but that poem is already written

I will go my own way
happy I was entranced for a moment.

Listening
to the news
is like dreaming
a bad dream
but I hear
it’s going to be
a banner year
for roses, lilies
chrysanthemums
and soybeans.