the day’s last light
slides down the street
soaked surfaces soak photons
reflecting colors deeper
than the sea.

You seem so very hopeful
with that
smile stitched so carefully
just underneath your
nose,
where your scowl is supposed to be
But please, just gnash your
jowls,
I’ve no reason to fear you today,
as it’s so hard to
hit
someone a thousand miles away

And even if that smile
was
as perfect as you claim,
it’s impossible to
touch
you.

You’re a thousand miles away.