It's funny how
I'll let a moment pass,
unnoticed,
before really
comprehending
if it means anything at all.
Upon that
recognition,
I find myself
utterly unable
to describe it;
I wonder instead
what it was,
in the first place,
that demanded
such
concerted recollection.
Sitting in an honest
park, with honest people and
honest birds (if you feed them),
I try desperately to remember…
only to end up smoking
cigarettes,
more confused
than when
I started.
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