they sat at the second table from the left.
four girls; one with curly hair to her knees, one with a heart for running, and two who love basketball.
I tried to fit in.
I failed.
a poet is not a dancer.
a poet is not a runner.
a poet is not a basketball player.
a poet is a poet.
I hated this table.
it gave me chills.
I walk past the table, because they cannot hurt what isn't in their reach.

at the quarterhorse meet
at Hollywood Park

around 5 p.m.

if you are sitting at
ground level

in the
Pavilion

the track appears
to
be

above you

and

in the strange
shadow-
sunlight

the silks
are
so
bright

the color
is
like

fresh paint
on
canvas

and

the faces of
the
jocks
look

heroic.

it's a
grand
time

then

a perfect
and
peaceful

photograph

dream-
like.

such small
moments

keep

people
alive.

such small
moments

so
large

when

it

all

comes
together

and

hold­s.

Coins with one side
live forever
on the side
of the street
and are stuck
in the corners
of cedar-topped tables
you never clean
anymore.

Give me two faces and
place your bets on me.

Give me two faces and
spin me in the air.

The silence of your calm washed over me like a wave

half thoughts

reaching down your sleeves only to meet disappointment with a knife cutting us in places we fear the most

but in those moments
I see you see me

waiting to leave or reappear

 Where is your mind where you are going?

you left your impression
in the trees
and faces of others (I know and have yet to know)

setting up
unavoidable loneliness,
(the way a landscape can only tell you
all the things you've been thinking)

you leave me
things when you're
l e a v i n g
but

even at the bottom of everything
I find you there
alone too

The feeling again comes knocking in my heart
We shake our hands for many times and I always meanings
In my heart, you are always remembered
It was wrong, but maybe now: I love you like a love song.

The first time seeing you laughing up to your lungs
I'm gettin' crazy but I hide it in my bangs
There's a part of you that you look like Liam Payne
Member of One Direction that made me insane.

I will always have this 50 reasons why I love you
I will always have this faith of meeting you again
I will always keep this beats that I am feeling
I will always have this daydream walking with you.

I will always go back, turn the page of my life when we are on the same road
I will always imagine the sparks that flew from your eyes
I will always recall those long talks
I will always remember those butterflies.

I will always miss you
I will always be captivated by your eye
I will always want to hang-out with you in the rest of mt life
I will always want to keep you forever.