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For The Newly Cinematic
Every so often you want to lay down
and watch the smoke from your cigarette
disapper into the ceiling fan.
It’s a short walk from your apartment
to the park downtown. Your backpack
is full of oranges and the tune you hum
is five notes and a little soul, a theme
on all your blurred entanglements.
And the park is full of hissing geese
and strollers. And a couple floats by
in a hot air balloon. The way they drift
makes you feel optimistic, like somewhere
a beautiful guitar waits for you.
You want to lay down and stare at the sky.
When the soundtrack fades there will be
more music. When the people get too
far away you won’t try to bring them closer.
You’ll start again, with new people.
and watch the smoke from your cigarette
disapper into the ceiling fan.
It’s a short walk from your apartment
to the park downtown. Your backpack
is full of oranges and the tune you hum
is five notes and a little soul, a theme
on all your blurred entanglements.
And the park is full of hissing geese
and strollers. And a couple floats by
in a hot air balloon. The way they drift
makes you feel optimistic, like somewhere
a beautiful guitar waits for you.
You want to lay down and stare at the sky.
When the soundtrack fades there will be
more music. When the people get too
far away you won’t try to bring them closer.
You’ll start again, with new people.
Posted 03/15/10
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