Strange Days

These were the strange days

hallucinating in lunchtime falling leaves

cut up and spitting to the fractured time-cropped streets

feet pounding those streets

fixed and fallen

as we grab hold

of the blurred vision

which in one moment makes sense.

Would there ever be such a place

Would there ever be such a place

where we roll

in ash green leaves

plucked from our very grasp?

We chased to the top

of the lime-grooved

tree-house

magic

stare

And looked at the Universe expand.

Good Food .. but spot the cute puppy!!