watching a golfer stride up the fairway,

I’m unsure whether this be man or woman.

the gait appears to be that of the latter.

the attire, well, I’m just not sure —

salmon-pink patterned shorts, a beige top —

could be, maybe, either / or

but those white, nearly shin-high socks!

I’m inclined to believe most women would fail

to commit such a fashion faux pas.

so, could this be a man I see before me?

silly, I know, to expend precious energy

on such a whimsical pondering for certainly

I have more important things to worry about.

but still, I really am given to wonder…

the yum of turkey provolone on wheat

painting a respectable watercolor landscape

Paul Mauriat’s achingly beautiful Love is Blue

occasionally sleeping-in, guiltfree and glorious

The Five Chinese Brothers, a childhood favorite

Coco Wheats, scrambled eggs, a box of raisins

the satisfaction of measuring & cipherin’ fractions

early mornings, a quiet house, hot cup of tea