The shifts in their strides.
The way they stop at the rails and look out,
The way the sun kisses gentle in this shade
And I reveal just a tad too much of me.
The way they congregate
Seeking to stain winter's color away
As diamonds dance within the waves
And the clouds
Appear to stand in place.
The way they sing in my ear
Make love to my eyes
In a procreation of art and life
Just beneath the surfaces of our existence.
The way he glances
Drops his penny for my thoughts,
And is that two dimes I see next?
Too much effort, and one could drown.
My needs truncate
And I end just as I started;