It's so funny
I notice
How beyond the fall of rain
In the early autumn crawls
Masquerading as spring
In its aroma
And deep sins
Cleverly masked
in the sulks of summer
Drawing the blinds
As the sunlight suffers
The tender warmth retreating
As I think:
Spring

It's so funny
How when I look at the snow
Floating down with tire
In the grey air's mumble
Little dots
With fragile patterns
Escape the clouds
And begin their travels
Unto the hands of
Curious courtesy
Smelling of : Fresh
Smelling of : Clean
Biting nosetips and ears
In rebellion to our intrusion
Drawing our flushed cheeks in rose
Scraping the back of our throats
As huffed air makes a cloud of smoke
And I notice.


We sit and notice
The little things
The things that make us so alive
The things that should amaze
Our busy minds
But accustomed spys
Glide over
our glazey eyes
As we notice.
As we ignore.
As we forget.

It's so funny
how you squeeze my arm
A warm touch
Familiar
A "I love you"
A little sign
Affection, care
A foreign antibody
In past worlds
The slight look of worry
In your still young eyes
Wrinkled thinly with smiles
And squinty files of past denials
Mingled with tired unknowing
As you sigh
Something always on your mind
And I notice.

It's so funny
How the little things
Are all around
******* in every second with its surrounds
Recalled in such eloquent manners
As you can't see
The fear in my eyes
Wide and loud, locked in control
barred in scare
Or
The pain in my lips
Stretched into a weak smile
a clear mission: reassurance
Without any of my permission
My teeth comply in choppy channels
That I won't keep the beast inside
But will of course
Too cowardly for any recourse
Or
The scratches on my case
And the divots in my wings
Are sloppily covered
in a bleak attempt of sure
In panic of unknown reaction
As I secretly wait
As I secretly hope?
For you to look
Yet,
No one notices.