|photo credit: trainsignaltraining|
his face flushes rust
pen to paper smooth
his face squished, concentrated
in the morning,
he is aglow with the joy
in the span of a day,
will you complete the cycle of turns?
will you go from ruddy to rude?
from studious to confused,
or cling to a man, a boy or a girl,
unaware as of yet on how to
articulate a body in space
the essence of being human?