talkin

talkin i talked to the wind and the wind died down i talked to the trees and they all left town i talked to the stars and they faded away i talked to the night and it turned to day i talked to a flower on a windowsill i called it bob and it said, i'm bill i talked to a bottle lying in the gutter it looked up at me and its eyelids fluttered i talked to the drops that were still left in it they looked up at me and said, hold on a minute i talked to the glass when the bottle broke when it fell on the sidewalk through a cloud of smoke i talked to the smoke as it drifted away and then - i had nothing more to say