coins & dollars

On a beautiful afternoon, as I headed to the counter to order somethin' sweet

you popped up 90 degrees, on my left

in black, solo


a girl friend asked if this was my type

long lost gf, to be precise

our conversation of the open sky landed on that

a certain degree of liberalism of the yellow skin



then you come close with the coins and coloured notes in hand

a degree of difficulty of having them managed

cling and a clang

they dropped all over

that was pretty

a pretty sight



up till you picked you order

and left a note on the bench

I'm pretty sure I'm helpless and couldn't be involved

but to send an angel to remind



because, I told her

when you're actually attracted to someone

you become helpless, always

from behind

from behind sits a young light

position guarded

like a hawk, wings spread

wide angled lens


next to it, sat a fairy

laughing in its space

funny what was discovered

glow and transcend

a spatial relationship formed

north east, south west

beep





it was but the mere seconds that both looked eye to eye

as if you were too a fairy, and I, a hawk

our wings flutter

to a silent conversation

until we say our goodbyes



p/s our hugs were filled