4.20.2012

trenton makes, the world takes

The window's smeared,

a greasy faceprint
marking the spot where
an urchin was stymied
in his attempt to touch 
the city, 

or a lover
bowed her head, resigned
disbelief creating
distance where no space
existed heretofore.

It's hard to see beyond
the smudge, though 
rivers and graffiti
and tall grass beckon, 
with so much at stake

in the foreground.