Pleasantries swaying
in a breeze,
of misty morning
memories,
beyond the past,
is presently,
laid out in front of me,
with a future that is plain
to see, as long as things,
that are unforeseen,
don't interfere with the
dream, of leaning on a
pleasant tree swaying
in a breeze,
looking out to sea.

                 Kelly McManus