Angostura bitters

Perhaps if I imagine to be
or imagine it’s me in the
rear view and you knew,
perhaps.

But imagine that wake up
the first cup of cha,
which is half of the dance
from a long time ago
though I don’t feel like dancing
I know I must shuffle along.

If I imagine the space in a song
when you sing and bring all the
words to my mind that fit in,
perhaps the djinn in my head would
grant me that wish.

I imagine a touch
perhaps imagine too much,
but there’s time.

© 2016, John Smallshaw.