Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Which way is normal?
Among the bricks that make the sidewalk outside the county library
is a rectangle of green grass,
a soft contrast to the firm foundation on which you pretend to stroll
at peace, as if, and if you go too fast,
or everything is just too much and you fail to notice, i hope you trip
and fall on your ass
and as you sit there, massaging your posterior, cursing yet another
assault, see and understand
where once a space was filled with loss, new life exists.
This is the nature of things.
Sorry for the whole tripping thing but i did not want you to miss
and not sit where i sat when the world stopped for a second
and i saw this.
submitted to Imperfect Prose