1/30/11

Outside the fitting room of some department store,
Beneath florescent skies, I bide my time and sit,
With listless eyes, I stretch my legs and pace the floor,
And pray inside you'll find the rare, elusive, fit.

Although it tries my patience as I'm waiting here,
The moment that you re-emerge  and smile is worth, 
Far more than every occupation I hold dear,
And any time I have to spend upon this earth.

1/29/11

Drinking in a Brooklyn bar with friends,
Revisiting today and days long gone
A pleasantry indulged in, now and then,
A quiet sidestep from life's bustling throng.

An eye inside the daily, raging, storm,
To which we all contribute in our way,
A chance to slip away and thwart the norm,
And gift ourselves a misspent chance at play.

Historians will not recall this day,
Upon this time, no weight will be bestowed,
No one will quote a word that we might say,
And what transpires, none shall wish to know,

But, as we live, sparse moments such as these.
Define our most persistent memories.