refound part two

Barefoot on our summer lawn, trying to dance between the leaves we blew kisses through dandelions, talking about nothing in particular as the colors of the sun began to rise and you only asked if I was ok to drive. Out stretched at arms length, we painted ourselves with only glances. All those beautiful voices left vacant without ears, undisputedly forgotten with the next words, “I will not ask you to repeat yourself.” A few minute train ride to ease the passing of the day is all it takes.

refound part one

i say hello to a collage of older thoughts complemented nicely with buttons. four hole buttons and not snaps like the shirt we found that made me feel like cowboy dressed in blue. i hope that your rowboat is filled with admission tickets and the man behind the velvet rope motions to me like he is hailing a cab late night in brooklyn or stumbling out of a bar without direction way too drunk to be walking in a village that we owned that night. kings of pool and the waitresses knew us by first name. pennys and dimes pocketed and the shelf life of those buttons is boundless.