We sat outside on the
bricks which were
glued to the earth,
and that stranger walked by
and told us -
"Have a beautiful day"

You played your guitar like only
the music could keep
the world turning,
and we listened like our ears
were tuned to hear only
the strumming,
and the strangers,
and the pigeons across the street
humming happily along.

The song sounded like summer,
and blue eyes,
and hands holding tight.

I could not help but think
about how you looked at me,
but more about
how you didn't.

But I watched the mouths move
around me,
and the clouds, sitting stagnant in their
blue-sky home.

And we made wishes on things
that didn't exist
that day,
and thank you,
stranger in wearing a white t-shirt and
smile -
because it was beautiful.