Dreamin’

All the trees are not bare
But the sky is grey,
I have been forgotten
For awhile on a winter’s day.
Carol is in Sacramento visiting
Her girlfriend for 17 days or
Whenever she decides to
Return home while I
And our four pets
Did not stop into
A church along
The way or
Begin to
Pray
As
Our
Routine
Amounts
To a tradition
Which is the other
Side of religion
And allows
Us warm
Comfort
Plus
Intellectual
Wiggle room
As pets can
Be kept on
A free
Reign
Yet
Belong
To the congregation.
I could be in LA
But I have
Better
Sense than
To change philosophies
In midstream when
Life here pleases
Me and some
One has to
Feed the
Pets.
Carol thinks
I will grow bored
And leave or die but
But I am far too
Enchanted
With her
To do
One
Or the other,
I am content to
Live here with
Her though
The
Winter’s day
Is grey and
I am cold,
Time
For
A
Sweater.