Driving my car with the engine off,
Keys in my pocket…
Stumble out the door,
And I hit the floor.
Good thing I didn’t go anywhere.
I’d cause myself a scare.
Tumbleweeds blowing down the road,
On a stool sits a toad.
Pipe smoking toads,
What’s in their bowls?
Desert broom seeds
Floating like snow.
Ants scurrying
What’s the hurry?
So much worry
About the insect jury.
