Slipping from a café
near sunset park
i think of a woman
who walks the
canyons of
my mind,
her footsteps
marching with
military precision
in tune with –
- a Texas
that a man announces
with a tambourine
on a boulevard
where washing lines
hang like toothy grins,
their sheets brilliant white
sparkle like Hollywood
smiles -
- remembering earlier when
the sun had been
a monument
I had followed a butterfly
towards the sunshine
its wings had flapped in
a haze of delicate crimson
as it had meandered
spirit like
towards the end
of my jaded thoughts.
I stopped under
a large smile
while the tambourine
was near its crescendo
Called you and said
with optimism
“I love you”.
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