Some things catch my eye,
a plane flying, a blue shirt,
and shoes with no socks.
Fields are passing by,
just like a panorama,
slowly passing by.
I crushed my bounty,
it was hidden in my bag;
It’s good with coffee.
The lost notebook page,
once lost but now it is found,
with new characters.
I left work early,
and on the train and saw this,
a nice canal photo.
