CONCRETE EYES

pushed aside
rustic landscape
spider web glistens
in the morning sun
wander forth
searching for something
anything sacred
in a profane world

stagger forth
hanging by a vine
roll another
inhale again
and again and again
beauty beckons
but nobody
is looking
too busy swinging
on the vine
trying hard
to navigate
a jungle
full of concrete

I close my eyes
to be pleasantly surprised
black and white
images flash
before my eyes
aged memories
down the path
to oblivion

and I saw
what you saw
or at least
I hope I did