Leaves outside window whipping in the wind

Tomato seeds inside here dripping from my chin

Wind encourages walks along lake in the hot air

But knowing it is false makes me stop and stare



Licking away the seeds from below lower lip

Eyeing the breeze, wanting to brave it from hip

Knowing full well the walk will do me wonders

As trees blow in the breeze, pulling me asunder



Watching the winds blowing through the trees

Feeling the impetus, not worrying about knees

For, regardless of the density overlaying the air

The breeze will cool the body, as knees do bear



The extra weight, which needs to find a home

Away from self, and thus, this I must do alone

Trimming away some or all of the extra pounds

Walking in the breeze, feeling it fall to the ground



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

1:20pm Wed. June 3rd. 1998