crowd

dreamed a crowd,

a busy day, in the crowd ...

but quiet, didn't hear noise.

packed in, many faces, turning, moving.

looking around, some were vaguely familiar.

i had nothing to say.
where have you been?

remembered songs i had written

and forgotten long ago.

not bad songs, never did anything with them.

they are easy to forget again;

like a poem i find again,

and say, oh, yeah, i remember you, then let go again.

it's more comfortable to take slow speed drives

in the country. passing Mennonite families,

dressed in gray, hats and bonnets,

in their horse drawn buggies.

we wave, they wave, smiles, good day all.

i see the young boys wearing

sturdy, wide brim hats like their fathers,

proud, feeling dressed in style.

girls in solid colors, pastels,

then grays, always solid colors, darker as they are older,

all with aprons.

so there goes dreaming,

this summer have to see the festival fund raiser

they hold for their school.

in the meantime all rolls on.