Yesterday I took the bus and metro around town to Echo Park and the Grove, embarking on another “urban adventure.” The long ride, while bumpy, is a blessing in disguise. I always get to do my best reading & poem writing.
Waiting for my Order
from a new set of eyes:
a hello and a glance
that wishes to know
the keeper of the soul behind it.
Looking familiar to a stranger,
meeting the reincarnation:
a good friend & lover
that always smelled faintly of single-origin coffee.