Eyes on words
Written far away
Yet read close
Are you filled with wonder?
Does that question have a sound?
Are you perhaps my neighbor after all?
Graffiti has such a strange shape
When you see it from the train
Block paths to ideas
Before he could read
Sam marveled at the power of words,
the imagination hovered busy
Yet once defined, he was a little
Disappointed by the fixedness of words
Anna at the gym
prefers to watch the TV screen on the
treadmill, without the sound
And Peter painted on top
of women’s magazines
on oysters and water