two blue oceans

the boy on the street says we’re two blue oceans
does he know what everyone is
we drifted along the pavement relatively elegantly
toward the general spot of popular sweets
of a population of frost and people
craving for qualities more than the
there’s something in the air
honey banana
snapped photographs floating ships
anchoring in time along the urban wave
sneaking under fountains and playing
are we the same two blue oceans
that later chase in our way the centipede into the wine glass
could they possess creativity
even though they have one hundred legs


August 11, 2013


Written on August 11, 2013 in Washington, D.C., while exploring Georgetown with Alanna. Updated on January 5, 2014 at Indigo Bridge Books in Lincoln, Nebraska. Revised March 17, 2015.