Fast lane girl (but make it a Sunday)
“somebody love somebody this mornin’!”
“ooeewwwwww flooooowers”
when I turned around to see
who was this morning’s live commentator
to my morning walk
[swinging left to right
in the slow lane, by the way]
he went quiet
like a kid yelling the loudest
in the back of the class
so hungry for attention [connection]
yet so terrified when it’s there.
when he ran for the bus
he ran into my flowers
and I sat down in the park
as someone who walked past said:
“ohhh what a beautiful day”
to somebody?
when a little kid got off the next bus
– the one I got on
he exclaimed: “bye! I luvvvv you!”
to anyone who’ d accept
the only way he knew how to say bye
if only my commentator had taken his sweet time
in the slow lane today (it’s a Sunday, after all)
he’d have heard that
he was somebody loved by somebody
this morning, too.
yeah.
what a beautiful day.
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Day 12 of #the100dayproject with my #100daysoftravelnotes
Also see: Fast-lane girl.