crowded
noisy
chaotic
beautiful
downtown
single
silent
serene
simple
me
no camera
so I take pictures with my words instead
it's ok
they hold the memory longest
wondering and wandering
unlost
but unready to meet the found
meanwhile
a biker
I wonder where he's going
I wonder where he's been
a bird in the distance
finds second home in a building's broken barricade
the simple things
nourish me
as I (choose not to) await the complexities of tomorrow
I will be here when they are ready for me
Posted in: Artist,Artistic Work,Poetry,PUB ME,SIMPLY POETRY
