checkered.stars
04/20/10, 05:22 PM
Please don’t be taken by the streets, child,
where the ghosts of many footsteps hang heavy on your legs
leaving you no choice but to drag yourself through the cracks of concrete
Please don’t be drawn in by the painted eyes
which lure you in with Siren songs
that are played on the hollows of the subway tracks
Please don’t try to nurture the weeds growing in the cracks
because they die so much more beautifully
when they shrivel with a whimper rather than a gasp
Please don’t grasp us by the corners, child,
and don’t try to unfold the world, like the poets said you could
Because the world is round,
and rather,
it unfurls like an impatient bloom,
eclipsing the sun in its climax of perfection
And child, please,
don’t be left in the shadow of the falling petals
where the ghosts of many footsteps hang heavy on your legs
leaving you no choice but to drag yourself through the cracks of concrete
Please don’t be drawn in by the painted eyes
which lure you in with Siren songs
that are played on the hollows of the subway tracks
Please don’t try to nurture the weeds growing in the cracks
because they die so much more beautifully
when they shrivel with a whimper rather than a gasp
Please don’t grasp us by the corners, child,
and don’t try to unfold the world, like the poets said you could
Because the world is round,
and rather,
it unfurls like an impatient bloom,
eclipsing the sun in its climax of perfection
And child, please,
don’t be left in the shadow of the falling petals