I survey his face, carrying fruit
for sale, he weaves between the cars,
I wonder if his life’s stuck in silence, or
does laughter make his eyes shine
like mine on days with friends,
when dreary skies have fallen to meet my ankles.
I laugh when I see flutters of life,
and notice I am not alone,
two men alongside me are
witnessing nature’s mating season.
The north wind lessens and the sun
rises in my bones to fill my emptiness,
I need to remember this and keep it with me — forever.
Roses die and petals drift,
A fledgling is born in the building’s rafter.
Keeping the cycle open,
So I may recognize the wonders that exist.
Leaving the past as a memory to be
cherished and loved.