The sidewalk collects a pretty girl, archival ink print, 2012, with: Leila Louhaichy
The sidewalk collects a pretty girl
April or May, and sun through leaves. Sometimes
being still is not being dead or being
asleep, but sustained.
The half full cup
of the stagnant pond. The boy
plagues the window, watching
the girl.
Lying quiet and still on the sidewalk
face upward and closed, and her
palms settled on pocked concrete,
Waiting for her
He tells me
―[ ]to move or to move something
just by being there like that.‖
He tells me.
The moment is going nowhere.
I object to something in the background motion
of the house, and then,
want for sudden rain.