What if there

is more to me than meets the eye?

more than 

a fledgling sparrow outside a taqueria

under a luncheon sun?

what if I 

speak to

you

in such a way

that you see a pearl handle comb 

laying

 inside a plastic  bag…

its’ edges fluttering around the corner…

what if I make you wonder

what it would be like 

to sit 

on the curb 

and talk to 

me

ask me 

where I’ve been…

where I’d like to go…