can you imagine it
the world stops spinning
loud music simmers slow,
ice of a hard winter melts;
soft rain arrives
quiet and unannounced
we lay down our warring words,
set aside the practiced rhetoric.
streets remember safety
calm descends
a river's mouth curling in
we breathe the cool air in
what was fogged lifts, clears
we are flowers
thorns
weeds
rolling down the sidewalk
it doesn’t matter
you have to imagine this-
strangers, briefly kindred,
visible amid a polar-vexed skyline,
walking
crossing streets
without flinching
for once
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight. Inspired by the poem, Proof, By Cornelius Eady, and with the line, You have to imagine it. See you at 3pm EST.
