lost in thought,
I sometimes lose
the thread of conversation,
captured by his baby blues
or dimpled
demarcation,
at such times
it’s good to nod,
and murmur
words affirming–
–mindfulness
lest a redress
for daydreams
leaves me squirming,
umbrella phrases
do the trick
“it always goes that way”
or laugh when gaffe
of gath’ring wool
results in
“whadja say?”
switching tack
and topic nets
convenient change to prate
“the weather’s nice…”
or better, splice!
the Q:
“have you lost weight?”
but perhaps
the best reply
embodies the ironic,
“I hear you, man”
“I understand”
is cheeky tongue for tonic.
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