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?


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.