The universe gets tired too.

Saw him today

Today, on my way home, I noticed a man that I recognized. I was stopped at a light and he was crossing the street. I couldn't recall how I knew him. Seconds later it popped in my head, "I photographed him once." When I got home I searched through thousands of photos and finally came across this shot.

It was senior year of high school and I was stoked that my photo teacher let me borrow a telephoto lens of his. With the new lens I took a walk through the park and found this man with nervous shakes and trembling hands. Instinctively, I shot the scene.

When I saw him today crossing the street, he had the same olive green stained shirt and the same shopping cart. It has been 3 years since I've seen him. I wonder what his story is.

Basically...

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I met the greatest poet of the modern age

And she doesn't need to speak a word.

She can't rhyme and she has little rhythm.

In fact, I think she has it down to a classy act,

The best poetry is sometimes silence.

If I see you again I hope I can read your body language.

Classic

It is definitely a classic scene. Grandparents sitting on the couch as their Grandson (me) takes a picture unannounced. I like that this shot catches my grandparents in their natural state. They aren't putting up a front. That is, they aren't smiling for the camera. Rather, they are relaxed and enjoying life as it moves on by.

The faded colors and the soft focus are all purposely done.

Rhyming

I float

on a boat

on top of a moat

where I strum my guitar's eight note

Where my vocals wail from my throat

and into a tote

where I place the songs I wrote

I devote

A heaving vote

Without much time to connote

The phrases that I denote

One more rhyme and my head will bloat

Like water boiling an oat.

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My sky is absent now.

There is nothing but you up there now.

And when it begins to rain your eyes wallow in sorrow.

Then it pours.

And just as I thought the world was over

Those raindrops fill the ocean shores.

And the sunshine is out and head over

If I could, I would wrap you in four giant leaves

And call you my four-leaf clover.

Because darling you are my luck.

But still, I feel I am gambling,

With every living thing

And when it comes time

I hope luck is on my side,

Because I don’t know if my ego can let it go

Because you set me ablaze

And I am merely a flame

on a match

Easily lit and easily patched.