
Another glimpse of momentary satisfaction
In the new city
Of ordinary pavement and fall leaves
Arms entangled and footsteps synched
Sleek perfection
Recanting encounters with seasons passed
New experiences surface the agenda
And the familiarity re-stitches
The existence
Taxi cabs and boarding rooms
Smell of classy desperation
Of reasoned expectations
And mustered feelings
A few hours recapture the essence
Of thoughts passed
And it’s a black and white still shot
Reduced to its entirety
In a roll of undeveloped film
That now sits high on the counter
Against the grain.
3 comments:
Exploration of the senses is imperative for furthering the soul.
I will write you a letter,
But will i mail it?
"smell of classy desperation" - beautiful words!
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