10.17.16

Standard

buy books in places
you’ve never been
with faces that hold familiar eyes
and smiles you could never forget

snap a photo at dawn
in the cold, cold rain
of a bridge to nowhere
in particular

blink sleep away
as the storms roll in
watch, breathless
as tides batter coasts

drift smoke into the sky
while strangers pass
but never, ever
on the square

talk to everyone
and play their games
we will never
be this young again.