walking on the road   not getting anywhere  

distracted

from any semblance of linear thought

by a fallen hickory nut   birdsong

clouds    

thinking about color  

not only the blue and green i see  

but the scent of it  

how it comes into a room like a bouquet

lingers after all else is gone   after the party is over  

after the lights are out

but i lost my train of thought

something about color   its elusive nature

how it fades at dusk