Walk Three - Mirror Mural and Purple Daises

With sharp blue eyes,

a face is formed by fragments of glass.

The thinking brain is shown to walkers

as if it were another eye.

The eyes follow as I pass the mural;

of which a mirror has multiplied itself

through an alley.

Just around the corner,

I catch a glimpse of a white arch,

opening itself up to someone’s home.

Covered in sunlight:

the arch and the trees

wiggling in front of it.

A box of purple daises;

a vibrant surprise, a delicate treat.

I made the right choice,

turning onto this street.

A hung scarecrow,

with a face made of pumpkin,

is in position to lunge

from a pole.

It playfully threatens to swoop down onto me.

Zip! Before I’m ready, a biker

in beige pants slices the air

in front of me,

as I make my way across the street.

I watch him and his bike

get swallowed up by the road.

I recover by slowing down,

slow enough to notice

the hanging

of a small bird house

made of bark.

I briefly look into its black hole

in the center.

As soon as I look up,

a heap of birds fly onto the top

of a building,

retreating into rest,

in daylight.

Beneath my nose,

a yellow daisy

wiggles on the curb,

unexpectedly.

I can’t help but smile.

As if they were royalty

resting on their thrones,

white, yellow, and warm pink

flowers

face the streets, gleefully.

They loom out of the tall vases

that hold them,

sitting in someone’s large window.

“How did she get my number?!”

A pair of friends rush ahead

into the opposite direction.

Their all black outfits match,

like their dark hair.

Peering into a phone screen,

they lead themselves forth

with enthusiasm.

My mind snaps an image

of their camaraderie.

Life is good, says the cover-up

on someone’s spare tire.

A unique silver fire escape

shoots into the sky.

A cylinder.

I IMAGINE if I were

to climb it.

The cylinder would lead me

to bravery,

to sights otherwise unseen.