new perspective

40 panels

of the mundane

but he was given a new perspective

and the old man in the top hat 

was free 

free from world-weariness

nothing changed, not a panel

but each moment was filled
with inexhaustible joy

today

waiting for your painted lips to

talk and tell him the news

you don't seem to want

to deliver 

you are so young

and yet so old

so strong and yet

so weak

the way you looked right at me

gratefulness in your clear blue eyes

that's what made me cry as I left

insects are buzzing loudly

despite the bright sun

it sounds like night

on the path around the bend

your hand is so familiar now

I just want to open my heart

now

the new york times and sharpies

everything seems tidy when 

covered up