Around a corner

there are patterns in hallucination

there are a dozen ways to look down upon a place you once knew

I know those summer afternoons in a city,

watch as the flowered sun dresses of the elite clatter by

the shiny shoes of the well to do reflect sunlight

more painfully than metal.

I love the patterns of leaves in golden sunlight

as cars rush by, not understanding my pace.

there are things I remember, just around the corner.

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  1. I can see it, the sun…it makes me squint my eyes.

    This invokes one of my favorite U2 lyrics.

    “Summer stretchin’ on the grass
    summer dresses pass…”