If you pick a bench, any bench,
It is your choice, you're free-willed,
It will not take long before you notice
How daughters love their fathers, less,
Like sons who love their mothers, more,
Like lonely girls holding boys' hands, equally,
Like girls who read books sitting under trees, kind,
Like the old man who feeds the pigeons torn bread, aflame,
Like the lamp lights high at night, little,
Like the ones that hide in bushes to puff, slender,
Like the ones who never eat breakfast, harsh,
Like the lines of protesters invading pathways, arguing,
Like Squirrels rabid with territoriality in the treetops, similar,
Like men catching other men staring at their partners, funny,
Like you watch them from far away, exactly,
Like I watch you contort your face, wonder,
YOU ARE READING
The Words I Will Speak
PoesiaSome many words from in my head and this is where they will find life and purpose.
