Sitting on a stoop, unlacing
a shoe to remove what felt like a small
pebble, an idea of great importance came and went.
Any hope I had of retrieving the great idea completely
disappeared when the most beautiful woman I have
ever seen rode past on a bicycle.
And now, as I write about this, the only solace I can
find in any of it is to tell myself the whole thing was
a conspiracy, and the small pebble, the shoe in my hand,
the flicker of a dream, and the most beautiful woman
I have ever seen–were all in on it.
Of course I don’t expect you to believe any of this,
but as I think about my life and the paths I have so
easily wandered from, I have a feeling it is not the
first time this has happened.
first time it ever happened
I felt like a small pebble
in the hand of a beautiful woman
I had disappeared
I have seen the feeling of a dream
completely unlacing all of it
sitting on a shoe
when ever my most can have the most
so I stoop
and now any hope of conspiracy is not easily seen
I have wandered from
the great idea of great importance
but my life is to tell myself
any of this any
and remove what course the paths were on
on a bicycle I rode past
a beautiful woman retrieving a small shoe
I think about solace
the idea came and went
I don’t expect you to write about this
the whole thing was only
in this pebble
and I have it
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