Out my window, I saw a man today.
Calm and swift describe his gait,
Yet at my plot gave a shifty gaze
To the right and left; I stood amazed
Behind this glass on which light glazed.
He had no negative intention about him.
No morality waning or crime to be spoken,
Yet his body, speaking, claimed crime to be done;
As he stopped by the flowers, I realized there was none.
None but for a man to stop and inhale
The smell of smells, a grandmother's tale,
With petals glimmering simply by colors’ glow;
Upon his nostrils, a moment to bestow.
Gifted by nature, this moment was,
Yet this man did as one perused does.
Why is it that this man had to confirm he was alone?
Fear anyone to witness would leave him dethroned?
Beautiful moment I witness,
Why be so feckless
As to demand a man not show
The incomparable moment of pausing the go?
About the Creator
Will Sheffield
Poet, pianist, performer, political enthusiast; always searching for the right profession to support my passions. Work hard, play harder; but don't forget to take notes about it along the way.
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