Ode to Last Hello
having yawned
at what he had lost, he
finds puddles to splash in,
loose leaves to shred and
pavement etchings to crouch at and inspect.
he strolls
down a lane where the clouds above are leaking,
where street lamps make
spot-lights and zebra stripes.
there have been long-distance hello's at only calendarised moments-
until The Meet-
a thief in the night, he deciphers the
now from the then in
swift hot (sometimes settled) reality.
only to then appear somewhat timid,
somewhat hazy in the morning fog.
at what he had lost, he
finds puddles to splash in,
loose leaves to shred and
pavement etchings to crouch at and inspect.
he strolls
down a lane where the clouds above are leaking,
where street lamps make
spot-lights and zebra stripes.
there have been long-distance hello's at only calendarised moments-
until The Meet-
a thief in the night, he deciphers the
now from the then in
swift hot (sometimes settled) reality.
only to then appear somewhat timid,
somewhat hazy in the morning fog.