Is that why
She wore a mini-skirt
Or was it because
She thought
If she looked good
She felt good
And that was
In her mind
Way better
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Is that why
She wore a mini-skirt
Or was it because
She thought
If she looked good
She felt good
And that was
In her mind
Way better
I stood in the market
On a Scandinavian archipelago
Wondering
If to buy a present
Was the the right thing to do
A good way to protect
And project that moment
Fade away (almost)
Immersive
In concept
Also in delivery
Persuasive
Close-up
Also far away
Declare this
In sunlight
And beneath the stars
Change and education
Or education and change
Rushing headlong
Into a future
On tracks or with steps
Entirely shaped by happenstance
Fade away, almost
The words don’t settle
So easily, even
Individual letters
Are difficult
To comprehend
The line of trees
How might I believe
Beyond the night’s darkness
The pathway through the woods
All uphill until
The bright clearing appears