to a beautiful _______

careful
where you throw your words of hope.

they may fall
on rusted steel and cracked cement
that make them yearn to be majestic skyscrapers and pristine roads
waiting for your magic rain to wash
their truths away

and careful where you smile
to shine a light on wilted petals
that turn to your temporary sun for nourishment

careful how you stand
if the breeze catches hold
it will burn you into memory and regret its every movement

and careful when you leave
that doors are locked and windows shut
so that empty houses never hear you walk away.

 

About this poem

Written 7/20/00. It applies to anything, anybody, or even an idea, which is why I left the blank space.