by Kristine Nardo

Created on: May 17, 2010

I went out and it's as if from years of hibernation.

I saw a jogger
fast, keeping an even jogging rhythm.
Globules of perspiration run down on his stoic face.
Why he wants to keep a regimen like that,
could be the result of a passion, wanting, or perhaps
he's maintaining a distance from a genetic disease?

My neighbor hammering yet again
why does he have to have loose ends and parts every-time
tok, tok, tok, it goes on and on again.
it's no music but it's a steady beat.
I will think later that the world is missing a particular sound
the moment the hammering stopped.

That child,
Picked a newly bloomed white flower.
A tiny hand with a child's might grasping right on the blossom
squashing it with a happy face.

I look back.
I saw a familiar smile.
A certain hope.

I heard distant chirping
It could be those birds again.
Their tiny bird toes gripping the electric wires above.
Singing a glee only their aves classification could possibly decipher.

Perhaps one of them has a reason to celebrate

Perhaps it is a national anthem

Perhaps the world is a better place

Perhaps one of them would
accidentally step on an open live wire

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