Hey, you there,
wanna buy a watch?
I heard him hiss
from the shadow
of the alleyway.
Shady character.
Just keep walking.
Hey, you heard me.
As he pulled
the coat sleeve
up his arm
to reveal an iWatch,
its video mode engaged.
I tried to look away,
but it was too late…
There I was,
a kid, fishing,
dreaming dreams,
making wishes
on a four-leaf clover,
watching clouds roll by,
knowing in my heart
where each one was going.
Then it stopped.
He rolled down the sleeve
and walked away.
Whistling.
And I stood there,
alone in the dark.
Ohhh, I love the mystery enclosed here – surreal, with what could be threads of a real scene interwoven with something slightly fantastic. Who is the kid fishing? Is it a memory? A future telling? I love the possibilities, I mean, besides just a hawker, which has its own unique intrigue. I could see this being a longer poem-narrative; I’m already interested in the characters and the mystique!