I walk the streets in feigned retreat

I simply stare ahead, face what eyes must meet

A sparkle in full fleet

I turn a corner so to greet the true unfamiliar

But instead I come across your smile

Your grace, your style

And I remember how to sing my Saturday song

I know what sudden change can say

Just seconds then suddenly one plane away

A songbird made of steel

When all that’s real makes room for less

But then nevertheless

I rise, climbing, trampling mile after mile

I walk all talk away

I know how to dance my Saturday song

Sunday sermon

Monday trouble

Tuesday stubble

Wednesday rolls around

For Thursday’s take

On Friday, payday

Sunday sermon

Monday trouble

Tuesday stubble

Wednesday rolls around

For Thursday’s take

On Friday, payday

I was completely willing to vanish and

Disappear to any form of

The “me” that I would see