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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.