siren songs
will it ever stop raining?
the sun rises and the sun sets,
all while I sit here still.
watching the days pass and the birds fly,
each of them leave no different than a guy.
people watching from the corner cafe,
entails viewing how people maneuver on a rainy day.
I see how one couple shelters from the sky,
darting under covers not to ruin a perfectly good blow-dry.
I’m fascinated on how two young loves practice their ballet,
all eyes on them in the middle of the road like their own broadway.
each word spoken like a drop from the sky
singing siren songs that sound like a lullaby
but at the end of the day,
the sun rises and the sun sets,
all while I sit here still.
