Toast with Honey
You walk home from the dance
Thinking of the girl you met
Wearing an orange dress
You wonder
If she would love you
If you tied yourself
With rope
To the wing
Of a small plane
Photographing
A tree
Cars drive slowly crunching snow
You think of human pyramids
You see the tree on the horizon
& plan a filmic strategy
She spoke with an accent
Pronouncing the titles
Of paintings
By her favourite artist
Influenced by somebody
Following breakfast
A
Wooden spoon dripping honey
You foray out into the world:
Emergency investigation
At the library
Downtown.
Summoning the gods
of the Dewey Decimal System.
Last night the street was quiet with softly falling snow, not too cold, and it took me back to something that may or may not have happened.
I remembered being young & swirling ribbons of sticky, amber honey & trips to the library.
And walking home late at night considering both the terrible and the hopeful & being puzzled by the odd flash of invisible magic charging the air.
The NASA space photo used under Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic License.
The goldfish found online, no photographer credited.
The street scene I snapped with my phone.