Dear cityscape children,
note that I will never be as bright or as blaze as you
I know ocean better than I know concrete
sand better than I know gravel
Does it surprise you?
Does it surprise you that the fog here is natural
an extra cloud, a wet blanket
What surprises you bright lights?
I'm much quieter, you see
Do you see me?
Between all the stardust in your eyes
I guess your music is just a little louder than mine
But I'm not afraid
of your jagged edges and neon ways
heart beat tunes and metal trees
just right now
I find my fingertips do better with sand
and my ears hear better with waves