Saturday, May 5, 2018

Here comes there goes you know who


Here I am, at your fingertips, perfectly hidden, still in plain view. A flower in your path, a burr in your shoe. A push of a button, from many to choose. Of a certain uncertain age, on a certain uncertain page. Now, where are you? What do you feel? And must it all fade, just to be real?



2 comments:

Anthony Duce said...

And the buttons, they seem so important these days. So much is missed coming and going in plain view.

William Michaelian said...

A deep breath and the buttons fall away — from our hands, our shirts, our every activity. Childhood comes to mind. Using a stick to draw pictures in the dust behind the barn. Soon crossed by the tread of a bicycle tire.