These Days

These days, I use my tea bags 2 or 3 times
I stop to pick up every penny
And hope for a dime
Cry, when I listen to Beethoven
And wish the feral cat
Would visit more often

I often dream
of a like minded mate
I wonder if being alone
will end up being
My fate

I've come back to an island
Thinking , this may be home
Yet in my heart
There's a strong urge to roam

This rain won't let up
It makes my mind weak
Although it provides
More time for tea to steep

I've cut my hair
She liked it long
I doubt we'll ever listen
Again together
To Ludwig Van

Puna, Hawaii. 2000