three at the corner of mission and meridian
1
Lost and distant,
somewhere far with
round moon glasses and an
overturned smile.
Sitting at the bustling corner of
nowhere and nothing.
As gas guzzling trucks zip forward and back
zero upon zilch upon nil,
at the foot of this massive mountain
he waits
large hands folded.
mouth agape,
waiting to catch what flies or foreign thoughts may meander by.
2
sifting through books,
everyone loves buried treasure.
crouching on toes with her black sneakers bent.
3
she's perched on her fist
on her elbow
on a table.
sucked in to a conversation with a cross-legged woman.
a mound of red and brown curls
falls messy and melting down the
sides of her head.
Lost and distant,
somewhere far with
round moon glasses and an
overturned smile.
Sitting at the bustling corner of
nowhere and nothing.
As gas guzzling trucks zip forward and back
zero upon zilch upon nil,
at the foot of this massive mountain
he waits
large hands folded.
mouth agape,
waiting to catch what flies or foreign thoughts may meander by.
2
sifting through books,
everyone loves buried treasure.
crouching on toes with her black sneakers bent.
3
she's perched on her fist
on her elbow
on a table.
sucked in to a conversation with a cross-legged woman.
a mound of red and brown curls
falls messy and melting down the
sides of her head.