When moments stretch and time seems to pause, I dwell in echoes of past applause. A shadow in the room, a scent in the air, I stay just a bit longer, both here and there.

A thingamabob, a doohickey, or even a chocolate bar. Start with a question followed by half of a Latin dance. Next is a raincoat, then how many US Presidents have been men. Finish with the possessive of a singular pronoun.

It is the journey Not the destination Except it's daily Just to reach your station

Invisible dancer in trees so tall, Whispers secrets through the fall. In sails it pushes, in kites it plays, Changing the sky in subtle ways.

The KING directs these. If they’re lucky, they’ll probably get to become one of the KING’s perused.