Rob Schackne #662 - "There I was, ticket in hand"

      "There I was, ticket in hand"

                                      for J.B.

         There I was, ticket in hand

         when my hat blew away

         was it a sugar packet I held

         a day unfolding in the sun

         an orange peel in the bushes

         a snake wrapped around a stick

         did I just blow it all away

         where was my ticket going

         the years of the shopping carts

         down the creek in the water 

         in the grass the wire snares
         with the leaves and twigs
         and there was I, there I was

         where does autumn go