I
spent a good deal of time just watching the little bay, hysterical
waters
calming, people dancing on the far off pier
the
sky was pregnant blue
the
sun partially covered by a large
grey
cloud, a rainbow behind me
the
fingerprints of summer
fading
from the scene of the crime—
heaven
gazing, the cracks in the pavement no concern
I
sat outside, no actually, I stood waiting gazing at a girl in black
w/
a beret,
writing
in a book, alone like I was too
but
she was not so important, a brush stroke on a Cezanne, just
making
up the overall—
I
saw a young man (old by my standards)
playing
handball w/ his son on the bend
of
a dead end street bordering this park at this portrait // a
masterful
work //
I
could not turn on my heels
You
may have felt this before?
as
I looked at the smile on his face
his
face became mine, his son became mine
I
felt unsettled + reflective + perhaps
if
I think back carefully
the
cold wind of fear caressed my cheek
a
mortality
it
turned their red to blue—
but
nor can I discount feeling joy
It
was just the strangest thing, a mad vision I was just as easily
myself
again as I was a father, ten seconds of a future that’s all,
mad
tangents, my parents would laugh at
such
a complication for Peter Pan
I
zipped my coat, sighed, back to Never Never Land
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