The sun pours over the concrete
Slipping over my feet
Across my body
Like it has my permission.
Under the persimmon tree
Feet caressing the torn concrete
As memories stack up against the rough
Like calluses formed from running
Barefoot up chain link fences
I wish I could return to the day
I stood in the tree, high,
Tongue loose in my mouth,
Invisible to the passers by.
My purpose remains unseen
By fiercely hollow eyes
That stay gouged in place
No matter how the surrounding faces change.