Obelisk

I.

Strolling across the parallax of memories,
Imagination finds herself picking stars like daisies.
She dreams of stories to share her light with.
Scarred by the confines of a nebulous nebula,


II.

Imagination searches for herself under beds,
In messy closets and a dust filled attic.
The laughter of children converges,
A bridge is constructed under a bridge of sky.

III.

She plays basketball on a court of broken glass.
The illness spreads like Starbucks through a suburb.
Star struck citizens purchase flowers from an underwater bodegua,
Watch boredom like Kung Fu movies on a Saturday morning.

IV.

She finds a conch shell on the D train to Webster Avenue.
When she holds it up to her ear
She hears a legendary jazz quintet, dolphin speak,
And a child knocking on a steel door.