J. Michael Ward

Web Developer, Drummer, and Teller of Bad Jokes

A Joy Ride, You Know

The memory is cloudy;
Overcast

The weatherman,
Oh the weatherman,
Calls for 53 and a 40% chance of precipitation

Sandra, my clothes are wet
You cling like burrs to a critter
The top is down
And as the wind whips my face
A night watchman stirs

Seconds later,
Forgiveness