Minutes To Twenty

Minutes To Twenty
At Twenty, when maximum is an unlimited, refreshed every day, the city is dancing, with its hills sprawling, rolling, laughing to unthought steepness. With unheard speed, the thoughts of Twenty race the electricity in cable mires above the street. At Twenty, the art of language is appreciate, the most anyone can know another. With pen to paper, pan to fire, Twenty is no one else's style is not doubt not hard not planned. A few minutes to twenty, below a precarious dusk, the planet streaks through the quiet din and then clicks to the stroke of a first breath, twenty years ago.

At Twenty, when maximum is
an unlimited, refreshed every day,
the city is dancing, with its hills
sprawling, rolling, laughing
to unthought steepness.

With unheard speed,
the thoughts of Twenty race
the electricity
in cable mires above
the street.

At Twenty,
the art of language
is appreciate,
the most anyone
can know another.

With pen to paper,
pan to fire,
Twenty is no one else's style
is not doubt
not hard
not planned.

A few minutes to twenty,
below a precarious dusk,
the planet streaks through the quiet din
and then clicks
to the stroke of a first breath,
twenty years ago.