hmmm hmmm hmm hm hm
hmmm hmm
this time when i looked at the photograph
i saw for the first time
the streaks of light and dark, intertwined,
on the path, pretty stark
like a metaphor from an old movie
or an ancient morality play, not to say
i’ve read one
how did i miss that
how did i not know
metaphors follow you
wherever you go
hmmm metaphor
i’d like to hum a metaphor
hmmm hmm
on sad wednesday evenings, tears blur thoughts
and you start to see things
she’s stepping on the light, cascading,
from a star, always far
it’s a metaphor from first year b.a.
those enchained memories that stay, there’s no way
to free one
how did i miss that
how did i not know
metaphors follow you
wherever you go
hmmm metaphor
i’d like to hum a metaphor
hmmm hmm
the sun’s coming up, that bag on her back
see how it weighs her down
she stays on her path, stoic unbowed,
not alone, she’ll get home
hey, a metaphor from who knows where
some synaptic moment’s essay, as they say
or no one
hmmm hmm who says that…
no, no one…
how did i miss that
how did i not know
metaphors follow you
wherever you go
hmmm metaphor
i’d like to hum a metaphor
hmmm hmm
hmmmm i’d sure like to
a song, after many years. suddenly… no, not that suddenly, i really really want to write songs. if you liked this, or didn’t, let me know.
