city

i will like to look around 

at the deep brown ribbon and silver green sparkles

and yes i'll smile with the boy who laughs at the way i move so slowly, some thing cupped in my two hands

i will remember little faces framed in autumn-colored hair 

and stare at the tiny tic of a date to decode messages you would quickly realize as unmagically familiar

at other times

i will drop things to be picked up by strangers 

and notice fathers who misunderstand childhood

the girl who didn't dress for work moves above us and a man comes down the stairs

searching for my absent housemate, a concept of australia 

i will like to look around 

at things you are tired of seeing,

                                 and i will love them twice for you. 

Author's Note

written february 21/22, 2011

Reviews

[Kyle Buser]

Was this a dream?

[Michael.]

This was nice.