You betta recognize!
Who is that masked man
Who leaves those secret notes?
An enigma; who can say
For sure it is him or him
Or her.
No one really knows why
Or who or how or where it is
Unpredictable – you might say
Like the power of a phantom,
Or a flower.
[for Jamie and Nini]
Alright Mike, write some poetry
You’ve been trying to get a little sun
Consequently not getting anything done
Ah, but it’s nice to be free.
To laze and dawdle and procrastinate
Up in Idyllwild where you can hear the breeze
Rustling languidly through the trees
And you’re allowed to hibernate.
To get up whenever you feel
Waking up to mountain fresh air
With nothing to do you’re without a care
Sometimes I wonder if it’s real.
Don’t do anything – that’s the key
Pause in life to admire a flower
Because all I have done in the past hour
Is this dreamy little bit of poetry.
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