be here now.

i blew bubbles out my caged window
last night
onto different people
from different places,
thinking of his note and
the peace rainbows in soapy
water
won't make.

i blew notes into my metal bar-
5,6 fiveeee 6
(halleluuuuujah),
and closing my eyes into the instrument,
my arms defied gravity
spinning under the peruvian sky,
while hiding a tear
in strange sheets
as he sang to me
his brother's lost chord,
and quickly running by
the grove street graveyard,
losing my breath,
instead of gasping for it
when thinking of the flight
off the horizon from the tapenzee.

my mind blows everywhere,
merely carried by the wind and my whims,
but my body is absorbed in this
sweet city of stones
with a sun
that speaks
and a skyline
that echoes
and shadows
that tell
stories
in a language
my ears can't
hear.

DLS