strawberry
aroma catches my notice. it passes swiftly. a crystal sits aside an ashtray, it’s
a school bus, with an inscription.
more
to witness, as it rises, many blessings for those enduring.
so
evasive, with reason, it’s hard to grasp the imperceptible: so concentrate on
concrete. it passes me by, losing its texture, amazing us both.
colorful
autumn, covenant skies, it aches to need its harmony. sights belong to people.
those fastidious receptors, dating back to dinosaurs, seeing life, charms,
volume, raindrops.
a
piece of topaz, aside a cigarette, it will soon be ashes. such a filthy
mistake, such nasty fingertips, such a smelly mustache.
anything
becomes symbolism: ironclad sadness, gestures pointing, a witty reply—longing for
escape, wrapped in seconds, rolling inside—as made dizzy.
it
was never transparent: the book of letters, those photo albums, that stack of
signatures for voting rights. it was near amazing: the first kiss, the yellow
response, those shy eyebrows.
overexposed
souls cringe at make-believe; underexposed souls crave for adventure.
