wet pavement

August 24, 2013

the eager foreignism of it all is both exhilarating and penetrating.
trying to find where it all fits amongst the twisting and placing.
the rain on the pavement
the overused tires
I try to uncover the meaning but it's useless.
just like some people see these storms.
and overlook the lightening
and forget to hear the thunder.
just like they pretend to understand it all.
with the nonstop engines
the unsaid words.
throw a penny into a pond and it'll instantly blend in.
it'll instantly put on the image it's supposed to,
because it'll be seen that way whether it chooses to or not.
no matter what.
but maybe that's just a useless metaphor and I should be vulnerable.
and admit I don't have a clue how to be a penny
and I won't pretend to be one either.