pond

my white shoes are slick with mud

as i crouch down by the grass

and my shoulders become wilted

by the weight of my old backpack.

the sun is blazing today

and your faces are too,

unforgettable.

one of you turns on the speaker,

another's thinking of band names.

she is watching a snake in the reeds,

while i skip rocks on pond water.

flooded trees bend slowly,

headfirst into the water.

we are headfirst into our journals,

sharing lyrics and fragments of songs.

in another world,

we were on the stage

with smeared eyeliner and a beautiful sound,

that the people would finally listen to.

in another world,

we were sitting on top of an old van,

looking at the night sky

looking into our souls.

these pennies, these dreams,

cast into the pond,

waiting to be answered.

these wishes, these thoughts,

cast into the pond,

left ignored.