Some days I find poem scraps all around me - Timothy Arliss OBrien
poem read by Timothy Arliss OBrien
Some days I find poem scraps all around me
Where did the breeze go?
I swear I’ve been feeling the wind across my face all day,
But now the air is stale and unmoving
Almost trapping us in place
Even though we are briskly walking
Late
For a convening of poetic minds.
The wildflowers forcibly grow
Up out of the cracks of the city sidewalk
That relentlessly props up our feet.
I saw someone dancing alone at a bus stop
On the way to your house today.
I don’t know if he was practicing the foxtrot
For a ballroom competition,
Shaking the rust off
Before salsa night at the taqueria,
Or dreaming of
Spending time with his special someone,
But it was the brightest smile I’ve seen in months.
