breathe follow breathe (st albans mobil gas station)

A Poem by kmartell

my poem may end up as being on sentence fragment on a page

reading people’s voice, walk, coming through the glass door
chairs lined beside tables guarding real flies circle upward the ceiling is less important

the click of a hand opening computer bag click… still the click is
a hand, like a single sound defines but no one wants the value of silence.

all things are followed by a wake of realization…   time is important time is letting her laughter fly toward another

we are making noise to cover what we are searching for… an

employee smokes a cigarette outside the window wears maroon a flying horse over one pocket , the cigarette takes too long, cuts feeling, and she pushes eyebrows together smoke in her face she is waiting for time… a small child following his father, his

silouette   is a shade of a child following his father

we cannot see ourselves the reflection is clear, my face, the sun constant hard edge of shadow passing understanding the love is holding molecules together without knowledge

the mind wants to talk again

looking out of stillness the remembering of green and water, the remembering shouts quietly
into the air.