If you saw me on the street what would you think? met me with some friends? see my face, who am I?
I could be trying to fool you except you know you are too smart to be fooled by Ibe such as me . . ,
still or still, simple is less than it was befour (photo courtesy of my trip to Ikea one day).
imagine being this young and this alone,
And this old with a friend . . .
or this . . .
I did reach out,
and again and again but never a gain
I did know how to stand without you
but with you it was a greater dream
And you left me. with no way to reach out ever again
And maybe that was a gain.
still my lack of wisdom is nature’s graffiti in the street,