And never comes back
Yet always comes around
To the same time
And here am I
Year over year
Setting down my characters
Setting down my letters
And here am I
Year over year
Setting down my characters
Setting down my letters
it said, in a staccato burst of bold white stencils the building’s entire length. Eight windows sheathed in brown plywood, each with a stencil, right in the center.
A stencil, and bills. A few, or a pattern of eight or more. Posters posted over the admonition, over the order, “POST NO BILLS”.
Come play with me!
Come play!
So I put my words away
My oh-so-many words
Take out my camera
And play with a sphere of letters
sun, rain, wind
the seasons
And I?
I spread my branches
all grace and reverence
basking in magnificence
Breathing in
Breathing out
In the quiet
I observed
The peace
Of my mind
Of my body
And I couldn’t see her at all
Well, what I saw was fractured
Misaligned
But that wasn’t her
It was all I could see
I imagine
Fedoras and furs
Cat eyes and horn rims
White gloves and ties
Nostalgia
Mixed with quirkiness
Leavened by wit
And insight
Then let us share The Road
Together