today, i saw
a million things that used to be.
i saw the pavement breathing hard in the mist of
rain, tears filling the dark spaces and the
cracks, where
so much water once welled up and ruined e ver y thing.
what i had to do was:
listen to the coolness,
that unseasonable pressure on the points of
my desolate cheekbones. feel
my eyelashes just brush my skin,
and in between looking i had to see,
and in between seeing i had to look.
things were just fine,
it is okay.
we see the shine and sparkle of tall buildings and we are all tempted
to forget the slap of bodies against water and pavement, the hopeless way that
people curled up and died.
But if you look closely, if you turn your
head away from the sun and look out
across the crystal city, more clear than ever, if you open your eyes —
you will see that today,
the pavement is crying.
Feb 5, 2010
Feb 5, 2010 at 9:23 PM UTC
today, i saw
a million things that used to be.
i saw the pavement breathing hard in the mist of
rain, tears filling the dark spaces and the
cracks, where
so much water once welled up and ruined e ver y thing.
what i had to do was:
listen to the coolness,
that unseasonable pressure on the points of
my desolate cheekbones. feel
my eyelashes just brush my skin,
and in between looking i had to see,
and in between seeing i had to look.
things were just fine,
it is okay.
we see the shine and sparkle of tall buildings and we are all tempted
to forget the slap of bodies against water and pavement, the hopeless way that
people curled up and died.
But if you look closely, if you turn your
head away from the sun and look out
across the crystal city, more clear than ever, if you open your eyes —
you will see that today,
the pavement is crying.
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