Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos

Made a turn into the city 

Behind me a fading sun 

Heading east 

Straight into the lions den

Of this night 

Lights will change soon

Go on 

When the radical natures appear 

Concrete under my shoes

Cut through the grass 

Look up for a star 

Might not see it tonight 

Around this time you realize 

How many times you’ve walked this street

When you were with others before now 

Nothing changes around those pictures 

Same places 

New faces

Looking for tokens 

While the totems wait to be selected 

Spinning are yarns

New story 

With dreams tucked neatly behind a faith 

This might be it 

Water running to the drain 

After an overnight rain 

Flooded memory 

Flooded intentions 

Saturating the curiosity 

Saturating the self 

Looking up for the star 

Barely visible 

Walking on the bridge 

Over the waters

Turning around to head west 

Into the fading sun 

As the end of this night 

Happened before 

Just enough change

Makes it interesting 

Changing the names 

For the hell of it 

Even my own on this night 

Sure