looking at ordinary

flustered and
quite calm, I look out
underneath the brim of sky
the day I met him it was
something like this scattered blue brightness
and I thought it would look that way, forever

but forever was a long time ago. and so
these telephone lines are crisscrosses
as I ponder their asymmetrical pursuits
where they would go, traveling across
sunsets and highways and faraway gas stations

the sidewalk chalk is in no danger
of being washed away. even so, it shows
a girl, startling in both her light pink pigmented tears
and understanding render. I look at my
disintegrated self thinking that I shouldn't have brought my
water-soluble heart along.

busy roads. enlightenment grinding beneath my heel.
not even a cloud to hide myself behind. I have an
urge to step into the traffic that looks like england. behind me,
the infuriating puzzle pieces of pedestrians
walk a london bridge tightrope.

an unfinished story, and love songs
stepping through my head. the day is a good one
to test your patience and I think:
this is me shooting stars
this is soaring