Two Worlds Theory

A true story

Happy with this one.

Though sad I wrote it.

Smile anyway.

Here is my poem:

Two Worlds Theory 

The physical world, 
then the emotional. 

The pavement I stick to, 
the world of music inside me. 

The blackboard, 
the poem. 

The building, 
the cold welcome. 

The horse’s teeth, 
a smile to me. 

This cold river 
connects the hearts. 

Give us those hands. 
Warm the cloistered pains. 

Blankets, bed linen: 
sleep and safe cooing. 

This lady sits down beside me, 
desperate for company. 
She hates foreigners.