If you had a choice
and your choices were
to litter your day
with sprinkles of
light headed smiles
loose conversation
and ten minutes of
every handful of hours
to watch the clouds go by
knowing that I
won't live to see
myself forget
the sprayed swaths
of light and shadow lace
draped across building
faces towering cathedric
over me or the feel
of the afternoon breeze
barreling down
the slanted paving
of the side alley
lounge
and shouldering left
and right the pebbly city stink
burping through
iron gratings
long enough
to snatch a mid day yawn
in peace
or-
I know what I would pick.
