to and from, or: a bus ride

 

 

 

glass sprinkled postmodern with past washes

sun shines on the artwork in tears

stains the European postcard behind

breath taking

it could just be us

the day is nothing if not ordinary

cool filtered cloudy

yet

a bird 

a silver house

fights harder tugs deeper

closer to its home

wait

wait for us please

we will make it

 

 

 

********

 

 

afar

apart

ahead

a hand

laps around the clock

turns around the earth

we must be tired

we must all be tired

we beg don’t stop now

air-light leftovers on my palm

sprinkles of forever 

a galaxy in I’s

let us run

let us in

let us 

 

back

again