I had designs on you. skylines
and cityscapes, imposing eyes
to measure each breath. draw
the line at street corners, I said.
crosswalks cannot be foretold:
don't jaywalk. paths have been
carved from every inch of emotion.
you are a blueprint unfathomed.
comes time for the dedication.
handprints in cement; signs.
you are a time capsule, empty.
Photo/Poem © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker