my dreams riding home
on the wind tonight so soft
yes his hands are there

leaves have returned there
the space felt full of comfort
on mingling sound waves

slept like i was six
under the fans gentle touch
outside its raining

at tiredness ending
dwells the sweetest surender
of a heart run wild

spring
when everything dances
partnered or not

batton changing hands
as my great uncle passes
im second in line

lucky dip friday
at work i notice  my socks
one blue and one brown