by Phillip Brady
I went out for a walk today,
Everyone saluted, saying Hello in passing,
Even the Hearse slowed down and waved.
I am very well, thank you, I said,
And off he went to join the Friday traffic.
10,000 steps, my computer interjected,
In its A.I. calculations.
Halloween and the leaves are turning,
Bright red russet Maples clinging to a stalk stem,
Silver Birch and Poplars clogging up a lane-way,
Playfully. Another year almost gone,
Even the clocks are changing, but
Time stays the same, as we march through
Our Kaleidoscope rotating…
