Hi
You're beautiful
The sun agrees
Anthropological wonder
Space-Time light rider
Careless to be careful
Just because I'm under
Magenta minds eye
Deep intent
Majestic tight bright
I would lick the floor where you stand
Dilated

Another Model Town passes the windowed  train I ride
The train is suspended and still
A beggar, a barn, a family's backyard picnic
Each in their own concentric motion
I remain still in my seat
They remain in motion a perfect glimpse of life
A Model Life
Is life best at a glimpse? Or standing still?

I debated whether we would be lovers.
You're lovely, and somewhere it's sunny.
5 on the dot.  Freedom rings with a good pour.

Why me tonight?
Can I not be someone else?
I feel like me but if it is to be, then who?
I want you
You want me, I think
So let's be together
You and me.

Without the bird, would we look up? Without the ant, would we look down?  If our souls never reached out would we learn to love the other? I believe there is no bird or ant if we never learn loves direction.  Curiosity.

I ask her how do I recognize her beauty?

Do I stare until you see me and then look away?

Do I stare until you see me and never look away?

Your flows and grace catch my eye from far away.

I carefully inspect your curves until your gone.

Should I not look your way?  It would be easier for me.  

I ask her how should I recognize her beauty.

She says, A simple smile will do.

Why does the tree seed fly?

To be like the hummingbird, or the bat?

Does it fly to claim independence from the tree?

If its wish is to taste the soil, to take root, then why not just fall.

Does the tree prepare the seed for flight?  

Do the fair hair seeds sit high atop the tree?

Does the tree seed fly to inspire us to fly? Or to fall? Or to fail until successful?

Ask the tree and it will say it has always been that way.

Ask the seed and it will say it has always been that way.

So who decides why the tree seed flies?

Not I.