Afterthought

It’s the beginning of a mend,
The stopped moment of time,
Click on the tick tock sin,
Rope kneaded by a climb.

Taste of bitter spit line,
Rolling over night train,
Song sung low in time,
First class ride airplane.

To a tropical post outcome,
Disposable sourced island,
Wispy haze blind run,
Key in hand.

Drawn in afterthought sand,
Chalk of the sidewalk fun,
Path gathers in hand,
Downhill upon the sun.

Meandered in season,
Of lasting laughter,
Echo sound of reason,
In the thought after………………….

FTBAS 11.24.11