This is a happy day
because of this discovery
Laugh into your hands
then write
love is missing
on your onion skin soul
Perhaps love plays a childhood game
of hide and seek
Was the count
to one hundred completed
as all the little lovers
escaped into their hidden selves
or was love disguised
to the point of invisibility
a camouflaged bug on the bark
of a tree
or it crawls beneath rocks
swims in dirty water
ready to attach itself
a leech
You face New York City
with hope to make
it's world see you
when it's blind
to pictures you take
to show you are
what it wants
You might be better going home
to the small town
from where you came
The nightlife will be horrible
The people more than real
each digging their cisterns
ready to catch
your love as it falls
from the cloud
you live on
Soon
these drops
will nourish new growth
in the soil of your dreams
something concrete and steel
never could
and who knows
I might just pop up
from this cracked mud
ready to kiss your feet
your sequined feet
Copyright ©
2013 by Barry G. Wick
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