Inspiration Poem by tyrone farris

i photograph
with my eyes
the pretty woman
with her graying hair
who passes by me singing
and momentarily
in a fantasy
i taste the pursed lips
from where her soft voice
echoing in waves
against my wondering mind
enters the world

her perfume
undulating and mystical
surrounds my space
and her arm
as it brushes mine
an airiness i lean into
is wrapped inside a thin
unpretentious sleeve
that i now envy

and the ordinary
in life is transformed

the routine made
extraordinaire
the usual now unique
and she is no longer
just another woman
headed along just another
well traveled path
to complete just another
well rehearsed chore

she has now become
within the vortex
of my imagination
the artwork
of my creation