I’ve outgrown my youth. There are new lines underneath my eyes, maps of an ordinary life worth living. Now the moon wanes into a slice of silver. Now I’m throwing rocks into the pond, wrinkling water stretching far and wide. I dream that I am old, sliced and wrinkled with age, and I am happy.
Tag: city
Martians at Vaclav Airport
I will change my bedtime prayer from take me with you, Elon to don’t forget me, Prague, for it’s either the most beautiful city in the world or the rest of world is just ugly —
Architects
we set the city on fire
built a bridge between our dreams
and drove across it, into the night
just two kids, waiting to be swept away
by Peter Pan