by UC Poika

    Feeling sacrificed for their fears,
    Pedaling slowly toward the city sidewalks’ cracks,
    Catching the eyes, of no one meaning to, each hears
    The distant sounds of a brokenhearted sax
    From a tree, in a plaza, that’s appealing even without bark
    As joylessly they ride with only their memories’ mates
    Watching fighting squirrels find no places to park
    Within manmade nature spread about for just these dates
    As toddler screams roll their eyes toward their brains
    Meeting at last, managing their moments just the same
    While humming the tune of the saxophone’s sweet strains
    Ending with a need for learning the other’s name
    They walk and talk in front of the naked trees
    Of lives meant to meet in Early Winter’s breeze.