Just like the mystery tour
Confetti flew
And I sat in my seat
Close enough
To pass him in the hall

I saw that man
 
Never knowing
I would
 
Kind of surreal, loving it all
Hard to write a poem about

 
Lovely shards of thought
Making middle aged women smile
He was a cut above
 
In my black coat & white hat
I recognized moments at hand
Psychedelic velour dress reaching the floor
Rhinestone flipflops
I was glad to be there
Two times I’ve seen him
 
I would go to Oregon if I could
Or Phoenix
 
I did get to do one of those things
In life that you imagine
When you sleep
Almost like sitting at a supper table with someone
He told us
That he believed in magic of sorts
He talked about God
 
Youthful feelings
Time appreciated
Losing words now that I write

Then it was over
Everybody went home
And slept

  We thought about candles and pastimes
In some sort of order

Watermarked
Earmarked sun gone down
Excursion
Moments good, feeling fine