Crossings

The rope was swerving indiscriminately with guided missile precision, faulting the poor handkerchief tree leaf trying to cuddle it. Hanguing helplessly to flee from the predator, the resilient, conscious, optimistic and self-determined procrastinator was buoyantly in control but not ready to shout his glory through the empty canister just yet. Whilst the birdcage stood tall, singing the hallelujah song, he searched for the road less traveled to an incubator across the street, running into a draw bridge instead.

©️Angela Aguiar

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Love At First Dream

Siena, Italy

I see you.
I know.
Can you see me?
Yes, I can.
Can you tell?
Your eyes are telling.
How can you tell?
Hmmmm!
Are you visiting?
Yes, I am. Are you?
No, I am local.
I see you.
Yes, I know. I see you too.
Stop checking your phone!
(Just me, daydreaming in Siena, Italy. Yes, he was looking at me.) Love at first dream.

©️Angela Aguiar