by Arthur Smid

To hold the thought balanced
Between familiar and unfamiliar,
Through downtown on a bicycle
Brought to mind the world.

The rooftop lay bare the unseen
Layered by doing and undoing
In rooms lit with memory and sunlight.
I walked in on someone I didn’t know.

The familiar made herself recognizable
Through embarrassment and nourishment
In full swing like an echo
In a heart held between us.

Why? Why not? Let numbers
Think and our hearts reason why.


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