A busy café on the corner.
Recommended coffee: latte.
eyes peering at us through a fern.
A sturdy cabinet can hold me up,
even if it has no handles …
where peanuts on the floor
are my only distraction.
Whose hands guide us?
Butterflies pass by,
multi-faceted — soft, fluttering.
And your face changes with a smile …
a score of life written in soft skin.
So many things happening around us.
We laugh or cry. Dance. Talk and sing.
Think about the rain and
when it will end.
From a dark cloud, lightness
creeps up from behind and we
forget — temporarily.