how you amaze me,
with these oh-so-simple stories-
like a skip of stone here,
a bend in the road there-
that easy?
An easy answer’s
yes, you’d say,
no distractions, no leaf-counting
this day-
just nothingness evaporating away
in the dusk of citystorms.
Behind the transparent moments alone
or out-loud rhythms at home,
that sometimes shout out
the words
only pictures can tell,
that fingers fold and crinkle,
wonder, when it sets in,
is a marvelous harmony we
well up inside of us, a story
we start to tell
early, in the
dusk of easy dreaming.
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