| | the reflections are a constant
they dance in the stream that we follow
they sing like the birds that are here
as i stare into the stars
as i glare into the dark
as i close my eyes
and smile.
the swaying heads
they parade
like the ants we once
saw as we shared a sandwich
you had the stain of blueberry jam
on the collar of your shirt
that matched your flower print skirt
that matched your dark blue dancing shoes.
i wish it was so
like the way i thought so
but even rhyme doesn't reason
reasonably sometimes.
the reflections are a constant
they flutter in the stream that we follow
they sing like the birds that are here
the same birds that built that nest
the same spot we used to dance
as we stared into the stars
as we glared into the dark
as we closed our eyes
and smile.
az samad, berkeley, CA
june 23 2009, 12:19am
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