High Five
I walk out
of my car
and a guy
in a
bike rides by
with his
outstretched hand
looking
for a high
five. I
acquiesce,
giving
the stranger
a high
five, and I
go on
about my
day. I
remember
his smile,
as he rode
his bike.
The prankster
in me
of old would
have pulled
my hand right
before
the high five.
I would
have been the
one that
was smiling.
Go Back in Time
I wish I could
go back in time
to eat at the
places I used
to like to eat.
Places that no
longer exist,
where my dad and
mom used to take
us on Fridays.
Peeking Panda,
Mario’s Pizza,
both places were off
Hacienda.
The Original
Barbecue and
The Sockyard, both
on Vermont. It
is not the same
anymore. I
wish I could go
back in time and
speak to my dad
and my brother,
tell them about
new places I
found, places they
might enjoy. I
remember the
Downtown deli
Europa.
I have not found
a sandwich place
better than that.
I wish I could
go back in time.
I wish I could
go to China
Palace Buffet,
Taste of Texas,
La Fiesta, Suns,
Danny’s Kosher
Pickle, and The
Seafood Bay.
Speak Now
Speak and let the cities
lay out your words, across plains,
into the mouth of babes.
Speak to the flies on walls.
Let your voice reach them.
Speak now for eternity waits.
Let the cities remember you.
Cities burn with desires.
Cities come and cities go.
Cities spill the secret you never told.
Their mind reading is legendary.
All cities are inhabited by ghosts.
In open fields, speak your truth.
The living will listen.
They will harvest each word.
They will dream and feed
on flames and laugh as
they swallow the sun.
When it is all over
the bright-eyed sun will laugh back.
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