Two Dickensian urchins
Out on the streets
All smile and curiosity
In a land without Dickens
Out on the streets
All smile and curiosity
In a land without Dickens
But it made
A man
Of the boy
This one is so alien
And unexplored
And so we believe ourselves conscious
When every pattern we create
Has already been created
In our unconscious
I think I erect boundaries
To protect myself from what’s not me
But my boundaries
Enclose me
And so I define myself
Not by what is me
But by what is not me
Leaving no other possibility
On a beautiful
Fall day
With a light blanketing
Of snow
Is like adding
Sprinkles
To frosting