I stand in the street not
to keep things whole
and to throw
kisses at a passing bus
which carries my wife and two children
into the awakening darkness.
What is left of me
standing here
is unimportant.
Other children run
through sprinklers in the park.
A moon not seen before
moves without a ripple
through starling skies. The city
opens to me
like a stranger's arms...
There is no end to lives
that can be imagined.
This heart is true
to them all.
Copyright Mitch Reyes 1999
