What a mellow day!

What a mellow mind I have!

I follow the outline lazily with my finger,

Tracing the design.

It lulls me in.

I wade the shallow waves just off the shore.

All I want is more of this.

I long to swim,

Throw myself in without a worry or a care.

“Is anyone there?”

I hear someone.

I slowly see 

A man waving his hand in front of me.

“Can I get change for a fifty?” he asks.

I’m still basking,

But I yawn.

I see he’s only given me a twenty.

I may be mellow.

I may be gone.

But I still wasn’t born yesterday.

-jenn