it was a random act
one detached
from thought
one that
should standout
one that
many would shy from
criticize
declare insane
close eyes
or just plainly walk away

it was a random act
nothing attached
nothing asked for in return
a

you told me a story once
it unfolded
with a perfect plan
each page read the same
even though
the pages continued to turn

to someone else
it might be a bit absurd

you laughed a little
so did i
making light
of flowers
that

how tempting indeed
best to heed
the woods siren’s song

there is that moment
when you realize
you don’t need to be
on the other side of the fence
though it might seem to be calling
with promises of splendor
with a life that you could

she wrapped
her arms around him
as if never to let go

her small frailness
hugging with the full weight
of her heart

and he
felt the necessity
to be stronger
at this moment
of her need

he
sang a simple melody

you too

the task
an outline
of one’s life

the thought
a drawing
of one’s past

why
would he
want to remember
the dark
and dingy
cobwebbed corners
filled with skeletons of flies

why
would he
want to remember
a drunken father
and