“But Some Times Just Because.”

Old Ladies,
Sitting together on the back balcony,
In the sun.
Wind blowing through the dappled deciduous trees.
Wind chimes softly ringing,
Dull gongings,
To softest tinkles.
One –
Mind’s gone.
Other –
On her way,
Perhaps.
Madness Is As Madness Does,
As Was.
“But Some Times Just Because.”
Fools,
We.