He sits silently under a tree,
Not waiting
Not meditating
Not anticipating
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Try to remember that I’m delicate.
Try to keep in mind that I’m feminine.
Try to recognize that I am sensitive.
And I will try to remember that you’re not.
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I picture you sitting in your kitchen
Listening to something sophisticated
With strange time signatures and no singer
As I listen to something stripped down
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A symphony of green feeds my soul
As I make my way through a tunnel of trees
Where the early evening light sits like crystals
On leaves half blackened by their own shadows
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Meaning rises like a phoenix
In the space between us.
My mother's love for you
Raises me from the ashes
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Meet me in a rooftop bar
Overlooking Central Park
Where we can lose ourselves
In the anonymity of New York City.
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I want to paint.
I crave the tactile sensation
Of brush sliding over paper
Fearless of mistakes
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I don't want to be grumpy company.
I don't want to dampen your happiness
By laying my complaints down on paper
And them sending them to you, expecting solutions.
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As I walk familiar paths
At no particular pace
Towards no particular goal
I let my eyes and my mind wander.
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Right now I sit
Like a lizard on a brick wall
Clinging to tiny crevices
As everything around me crumbles.
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