the hours grow shorter as the days go by.
yearning for place
waiting for someone to snuff out this winter
and there are images in my head. my heart
yearning for place
grows legs and walks east
from union station
to where the triangular prism
red brick building
stands
like a cheese offering to the firmament.
i could walk there right now
with my own legs
i know where it is and
i know how to get there.
but i cannot walk back to eighth grade
when i stood in its shadow for the first time
shielding my eyes from the ressurected sun
art class, nineteen-ninety-eight.
i should have sketched myself instead.
now my heart has lost its legs
and has grown a mouth instead.
lying prostrate
on a gum-dropped sidewalk
in new york city
on the south side of soho
drooling outside a bagel shop
studying the shadows of buildings mingling with strangers.
later
it misses a beat
as it crosses the street
from memory to nostalgia.
waiting for someone to snuff out this winter
and there are images in my head. my heart
yearning for place
grows legs and walks east
from union station
to where the triangular prism
red brick building
stands
like a cheese offering to the firmament.
i could walk there right now
with my own legs
i know where it is and
i know how to get there.
but i cannot walk back to eighth grade
when i stood in its shadow for the first time
shielding my eyes from the ressurected sun
art class, nineteen-ninety-eight.
i should have sketched myself instead.
now my heart has lost its legs
and has grown a mouth instead.
lying prostrate
on a gum-dropped sidewalk
in new york city
on the south side of soho
drooling outside a bagel shop
studying the shadows of buildings mingling with strangers.
later
it misses a beat
as it crosses the street
from memory to nostalgia.