and the supercut played in my head
a supercut of only the finest moments
the sunsets that had flamingo pinks
and fierce fire reds

a supercut of
the nights where the sky
seemed to speak to me
with the stars forming
a spiritual connect the dots

a supercut of
the early mornings
where the birds and their
songs reminded me
of a carefully orchestrated
song where the conductor
sways and drifts with the sound
as it fills his ears and the room

a supercut that reminded me
that just because it is over
does not mean it is lost

a supercut that urges me
to go out and collect
more moments
for the next
supercut

and i will make new memories by
mixing fresh januarys with blossoming aprils
and
sprouting marches will be tossed with hearty novembers
and
a dash of ambition and a handful of benevolence

twenty shots
and on my journey across the planet i would use nineteen
i would capture towers and churches
trees and flowers
mountains and tigers
but i would save the last one for you
because your eyes cannot be found at a magazine stand
on mainstreet or
in a coffee shop on a saturday morning