We went to the theater
\nof real events.
\nIt was sun melted on the sidewalk.
\nNothing happening
\nthat should not be happening,
\nand we listened to the street
\ncough with noises.
\nIt was my life and your life
\nwritten on receipts.
\nViolets grew by the sidewalk.
\nI picked a whole bouquet
\nand threw my eyes into the center,
\nthen gave them away.
\nThere was a sound in the distance.
\nA bird with a broken wing.
\nOr was it a child calling to another? Saying,
\ncome back to me someday!<\/p>\n
But the direction was lost,
\nand I wouldn\u2019t go and lose you,
\nseeking someone else.
\nInstead,
\nwe walked on a shore of shells,
\nwithout shoes.
\nCollections of scrolls and spoons
\nand spirals,
\nthough the ocean
\nhad long since turned into stone,
\nand the smoothness of the shore
\ncaused no pain.
\nBy my door,
\nI showed you artifacts,
\nfossils older than the moon,
\nwhich I touch when I go in,
\nbefore retiring.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We went to the theater of real events. It was sun melted on the sidewalk. Nothing happening that should not be happening, and we listened…<\/p>\n