I see the things that are never there
and the things that no one sees.
I see puffs of smoky exhaust
dancing in front
not sure which way the wind will flow.
I see it formulating
in ones mind
the wind pipe fill with fresh air
and spew out a blackened lie.
I see bare clay men
running down the highway
very slowly
though in a flash
of peach.
I see white spotted doe's
staring at me
from ten feet away
with their intent eyes
and eager ears,
and they are gone.
I see a so called crazy mans masterpiece
through
the smiling moon.
I see a blinking rainbow
on the small of a bus window
thats only there for a moment.
I see small dark boys
wave at me
when no ones looking
I wave back.
I see
hope
as it rises
in someone's chest
and
disappointment
when it falls
like how
the constellations
fall down
towards the earth
on tiny thin strings
and dance among the people.
I see them glowing through particular people's
hearts
I see them shining through thick sweaters.
I see the things that are never there
I see the things
that no one
sees.