a whole’outta “huh”

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.