the thing of it is
that life, all of life,
is secretly beautiful.
you just have to know the password.
you just have to look through the right eyes.
its amazing,
all these coke bottles and clutter
old women in scarves
found boxes in basements
small children as pirates
slightly windy days
found flowers on windshields
chance meetings in libraries
pockets full of skittles
little lovely looks
learning peculiar things
obtaining peculiar habits
saying peculiar things
just to see a smile
its long talks with strangers
and finding "treasure" along the road
its the long kiss goodbye
and the more important
long kiss hello
its autumn
its fall
its the promise of october
spontanous drives
barefeet on grass
slow dances with no music
expressions people use
its words like whimsical
its emotions like joy
its still great when its heartache
crying ones self to sleep
its life
and its hidden
buried, not by busy-ness,
as so many people think
but by haphazard actions
by not living on purpose
by simple neglect
even busy is beautiful
if one knows how to see.
2:44 p.m. - 2004-09-27
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