Woman and man doing the crossword together on the park bench: Tumble with the inevitable chaos and drink in the pale liquor of the once forgotten world. Smudge your fingers with delight and lick the ink like a lollipop.
Man running through Balboa Park without a shirt: You are a cliche of your own devices, your muscles reflective and questioning in the afterthought of this run-on sentence.
Little girl with golden brown hair, holding your mother's hand in the grocery store with such a delicateness: Breathe deeply and open your eyes to the myriad of choices before you.
Couple making out next to a boarded up Blockbuster's: Kiss the nape of eachother's next until goose bumps appear.
Reader of this poem: Keep close to the ones you love; cherish the random encounters in your life because one day you won't wake up.
This work by Scott Stewart is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported License.
