Puddles (my city a poem)

His gray and black Nike's navigated the grimy puddles of winter melting. With every step forward he was one further step away from the past. This delicate rhythm, like black and white keys on a piano, breathing the same harmony, playfully flirting like the chilly temperatures romancing spring,

was both a memory and a future dream chasing something greater than today,

subliminally outspoken yet innately shy. The greatest line i ever wrote are the words i barely spoke....

When we have nothing to lose there is a certain beauty to being down. A certain calmness when looking up, a hunger for the will to prosper. The only chip bigger than the one on his shoulder is the one on mine. Pride personified.

Then life changes and you gain and you acquire and you live. Simple things are no longer simple and the calmness of looking up is replaced by the anxiety, sweaty palms, and fear of looking down.

Life is always a contradiction when balanced out.

From the highest cotton covered cloud to the deepest one-way gutter there is the greatest strength found in the perseverance of a beating heart:

The hope of catching a second wind.

Every one's glory is different. Each victory his own.

Chasing stars is never as lonely as it seems, to the left and to our right, along the horizon with each sip of freshly baked air, people like me and you, dare to one day each find the perfect ending to this sentence....

Memories of us.