dead in the water again
a ripple to the right of disbelief
a seaweed canopy of dreams
weightlessly suspended in the depths of unreal
popsicle sandcastles and orange melon golf balls
a hotel room vacation summerside of fall smelling streets and convenience stores litter the urban Toronto glow with a haze aimlessly wandering down countless blocks ending up near the shore of tourists shameless with their cameras and american id's all for what i would wonder much later driving back around the lakes and thinking as the traffic light changed I should have spent so much more time
backwards,walking a separation of distance and sounds royalty of a different persuasion head held in a shriveled hand swinging back and forth with the sway a misanthropist in a child's disguise
© Molly Miles