Walking alone in the woods near home, the
Trail leads through a foggy vale where the
Seam between day dreams and reality is slight.
I met my brother walking in the opposite
Direction, near a little pond dotted with lily
Pads and scads of minnows. He had his usual
limp and a bundle of hair under his ear-flap
Cap. Still got the Harley? I asked. Said he did
And that He had just parked it in my garage!
We never had the patience for long conversations,
A habit we had not erased. When I got home,
I peeked in the garage just in case.
The "seam between day dreams etc.," line caught my attention too, Glen - really good! I thought you were a bicyclist, not a Harley person...?
Love your phrase " ...where the Seam between day dreams and reality is slight" Well said, Glen!🌗