From certain angles

all the lines

going up

will meet

~

the question is

are we tall enough

to witness this

I can almost

read the signs

~

but for now

~

I am more interested

in the shadows

they throw

A light

does not shine

in the dark

It froze

after the first rain

and leaves fell

~

the next morning sun

broke the ice

and we drifted

apart

~

the distance

warmed

and the rough edges

melted

~

soon

this all

is one again

The world speeds by

seen through the left window

of my car

~

at a glance

I see a handful

of black sheep

grazing

far apart

~

where I come from

the sheep mostly

stick together

~

I guess these black sheep

don’t

I like to look

at the reflection

of a blue sky

in one of the large structures

blocking

my horizon

~

the reflection adds

a much needed

distortion

of what I wish

to see

I feel an urge

to eat

it comes

from nowhere

I didn’t decide

it

~

it’s just like these words

I write here

The urge

to pull

on the first words

dangling

in your mind

~

when asked

for an opinion

~

curious

for what will happen

you give

in

and the rest

arrives

~

you pulled

like the cat

with seven lives

The flowers

turned white

into ice

now I see

that the clock

moved the time

ahead

and away

from…