sometimes (sometimes) the world is beautiful
sunshine and smiles, the moth and babbles of the street
the eccentric pull that takes the small and unites the whole
the world is beautiful
It is a sometimes enigma of of scattered syllables and knowing looks
a handshake and a hug
what, world, do you use to make swoons and and clouds fluff and love and loon song?
what, world, is your answer
to why you’re only sometimes (sometimes) beautiful?