Buick is a Bird

We never do outdistance childish egocentrism,

Never do permanently...
Tired moments catch up with us,
Experience not strictly physical,
Based in the senses, depth of life
Returning in tired moments, and we see
Again, as we did as a child.

A flower among the garbage may
Bring vastly differing reactions out
Presented to a crowd, white Styrofoam evoking various responses,
Bright petals offer contrast for the eye,
And so a moment differs as we differ over a lifetime;
Details of cans or candy wrappers cause
A different response, a rippling in the breeze
Moves us in different ways at one time,
Another very differently.

Frames. We frame everything with or without:
He had been previously a wedding photographer
And aspirant key grip which is why
We trust his eye.
One snatch of how the projects had a look
Of an upscale tract, palm tree framed
Conveniently, luxurious, excluding squalor,
Shoes over telephone lines nowhere in the photo.

All you need is good luck, luck and a bag of chips,
Then you have everything, and a bag of chips.
Moments like fluttering bright petals
Among white Styrofoam and bottles, candy wrappers, paper scraps
Stirred by a breeze,
Images juxtaposed without a cause,
Just sounds articulated lacking context.

That, and a bag of chips.
Enter the seagulls, this feast for the eye
Without explanation or a reason why.
We never permanently distance ourselves in
The moments we find randomly when
Luck strikes, luck and a bag of chips.
A bag of chips strikes like a seagull digging in a bag of chips
Among the garbage, petals of a flower fluttering,
That and a bag of chips.

KLK
7-2-14