Monday, August 17, 2009

Balconies are Blessings

Today is write with pencil day. There is a paper ballerina dancing in the window, to the tune of traffic and the raag music belting from my speakers.

'Well, I know you like the attention, but there has to be something more to it than that'
There is.
Delicate fingers that tell the stories and coconut skins. The hair falling on the face is a well-practiced technique. It has caught your attention in ways that make me want to sing in foreign tongue. It doesn't have to be anything more than you, me and the tree, you know. Miles apart, windows make life accessible.
The North Star glares down at people holding hands, lying, cheating, stealing, smoking.


Dreaminglass said...

I dreamt about balconies today. Balconies, and bombs, and cricket, and cats, and grown ups and children, and moving constellations, and world maps, and music...