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Breeze or the Leaves?
And I try to delight
In holding some
Intrinsic might
That cannot be explained.
Tell me why then
These expectations
Leave me in the rain...
After all -
Succinct simplicity
Leaves no mysteries glistening
No hidden hope
To call on...
But on Red Road and 74th today
The Churro Man 's face lit up
From just a couple sales.
And you could feel the honks of hungry commuters
Give this old man breaths of newest air....
And soaked under some five-colored umbrella
He ran across the lanes
To gather all his change
That probably wasn't much.
But tell me then...
Why do I see him there
Everyday?
Peddling his little magic sugar bags
And the such?
Catering with treats so pleasant.
And how he loves it
And how I love him.
I don't know why
But I do...
And how that duck on campus
Eased into the lake and wet his back
To then proceed in frantic runs
And happy quacks
To everyone.
I swear to you
He came right up to me
After my class.
And made a sound.
And though I know not what he's saying
I can hear something profound
Inside the little games he's playing.
So around the shade offered by the maison
I bent at once to pet him
Hoping he would ask to play and I would let him...
But he ran away...
I guess... I need
A return to the basic reason
That our hearts might burn with ease and
Mingle with each other
Throughout the seasons...
And so I'll paint you the breeze
And not the million leaves it rustles.
Hoping to tussle your hair
With the simplest stare.
And we'll just... laugh all of the night and day away
Until they're echoes in the stars.
And later we can gaze on up
To see the shining
Of the simple things we really are.
