i found this little story-poemy thing i had written a couple of years ago in an e-mail exchange with a friend and really enjoyed it. i was in a little town walking around by myself. i bought a silly crown and wore it around afterwards.
i once walked along a bridge, one foot at a time
not a bit of overlap of the stepping feet
step then lift
lift then step
along i went this way
no particular reason,
just trying to pass the day
and then i caught myself whistling
it was a silly little tune
when i realize how i must sound
i couldn't help but grin
whistling and grinning is quite a special skill
similar to head-patting, belly-rubbing
or gum chewing and walking
the breeze then caught my hair
and made me feel like a model
smile this way
turn your head down
make love to the camera, dahling
is it just me or is hot out here
i imagined what would happen if i fell into the water
would a car pass and stop and save me
maybe it would be my true love
i can just hear the stories we'll tell our grandkids one day
or what if i did drown?
what would people say?
maybe not much, some tears and on their way
step then lift
lift then step
along i went this way
whistling again
trying to pass the day
3:17:02 PM
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