odds and ends

warm blue skies, sunny day
sun-browned green brush
brown streaks on my collar
atleast back home, the icy wind makes
your eyes water

I ran to the fair grounds
but the place was empty, the tents gone
only the colored poster remained to tell
of the promise of the next one

speakers call to the impatient
airplanes like big birds wait
the payphone banks are deserted
the emptiness beyond the glass walls
is like a dew drop threatening to
explode

the giant metal birds wait patiently,
for, after the treading the infinite blue
the fretful humans are but crying babes

the familiar streets start rolling past my window,
I am rested, but wistul, like on waking from a dream
and a irritated too