So there you were, just another face on the bus.

A wave and a smile, all in courtesy.

Their were no needs for an exchange of routine words

that only clot into clumps on our littered world's.

Starting from the size of mountain top boulders, to weathered down stones.

To palm sized rock, river bed pebbles, and fine beach grain sands.  

Each setting off different receptors from the bottoms of

my feet to the synapses in my mind.



Our words have already been spoken, from the hearts and

souls that express their innards through the majesty creation.

Spreading their guts out on canvas, down on paper, through their words, and in their songs.

We don't need to hide from the grains of our past, they have already been set inside the stones

of our future.