Hazy Acres

Are we stealing the last ounce of giving 

From a larger bowl of giving 

They had their turn 

Now it turns away from them 

Slowly as the night turns to day 

Back to night 

And so on

While trains move goods through the city 

And smokers come out early 

Homeless lay asleep in the entry 

Vacant condos 

High price living close to the cafe 

Couples hold hands and chew food 

Tasty crunchy things 

Colorful napkins with still water 

Rare items you can’t understand on their paper menu 

Its really just clever carbohydrates with a twist 

People wait in line to pay the price 

As we can imagine the wonders stirring in the dramas that made such soup 

Seasonal aspirations dusting home grown gardens 

Thousand footsteps a day 

Air in and out 

Story in a story 

They fell in love where the others said goodbye 

Children playing in the artificial grass

A land of concrete 

Lights to see

Darkness to educate the borders of the conscious 

When you woke up the morning was an afternoon 

And the person looking at you had no name 

We grow toward new heights 

Losing skin 

Growing faith 

Saying everything on the way down 

Fresh smells and soft sounds of paper 

Cushions in the avenue 

Wheels for the car

Sentimental vibrations between toasted rye 

Flowers in an old vase with yellow letters

On the tables 

In the building 

At the door before you sit down 

Outside the door before you enter

On a billboard 

Inside the camera 

On the film 

Sitting in the basket 

Toward the hallway near your bedroom 

Ideas growing ideas