Poem: Crisp Like New Contacts
It’s a beautiful morning
Cast on an early evening.
The sun softly kisses the buildings
With a soft whisper of life.
And the architecture is distinctive
And ready for chaos
In the middle of the night.
Life seems to move cleaner in a full sun night.
Like wearing contacts for the first time
Life is crisper or at least
Your line of vision meets a crisp surface
And the world acute defines itself in the sunset.
I’m struggling trying to hold onto something
That I don’t know exactly what it is.
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Last reviewed: 28 May 2013