Thursday, November 5, 2009

October


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:

Anonymous said...

Exploration of the senses is imperative for furthering the soul.

Anonymous said...

I will write you a letter,
But will i mail it?

Katie said...

"smell of classy desperation" - beautiful words!