Field of vision

 A piece of my eye sees your streets and faces from way back here
It looks you all up and down 
it spies like kapiti island
it brings inside the images coveted

for they don't exist
They went by unrecognized
Unobserved
lost in the past

where people walked leaving invisible footsteps
that fell soft and hard
Like lost voices from lonely mouths 
In your little attempts at greatness

decorated buildings
emanating intentions and whims 
a creep at status
a creep toward creative

a smile doesn't know itself
why should you
the mood controls your interaction
the stage coach driver

still grinning when your frowning
and sad when you kick it
concrete semi humid from last nights rain
I see you lost standing by the public library

If only you could read people
Like you do that newspaper
that speaks to your age
Oh how youth extends it's farewell

and from a distance he seems recognizable
but as you get close it's another face
Not you father's
those are blessed who came slowly out of darkness

instead of being bathed in the luke warm glows
and thrown into shade
Yet from back here the eyeshot is ample
from this aspect I can see the angles of tomorrow