In the lad with the sun kissed skin
I see
Waves of laughter
Youth emerging
Dancing between the limit of
Desire
Sovereignty
Presentation

In the lady with the strands of keratin
Gold
I see
Coffee bean foam
Wet feet meshing with sand
Ankle bracelets hanging
Calm and beautiful
Alone
Above a small
But discernible
Maroon colored scar

In the child with freckles
Too many to count
A watch to remember
Time
On the right wrist
Broken but forever changing
Manually
With dirty finger tips
Consulting the

Old Town Clock’s
Ringing;
A disappointing
Though comforting
Reminder
Of return

In the face of anonymity
The untold stories
The inaction
The personal
Testimonies of
Souls
Wandering
For closer proximity
For another chance
To seize the moments
Randomly planted
By and for us
The days before
Only for us to have the
Realization of
Waking up to yet
Another day of
Chasing
Empirical
Implementation

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