What is it about people?
They drive me
like a clean cut Lambo
down the A1A
with my hair in the wind
insane.
They make me
like a dishwasher
violently correcting
with the voice hitting the ceiling
angry.
They show me
like a child
catching little moments
with a butterfly net at sunset
joy.
They remind me
like an over the shoulder smile
hinting a tone of admiration
with a bit of shy
love.
They tell me
like a wandering gypsy
why life is better
with open eyes and closed mouths
truth.
People,
people of our world,
the Earth,
her little universe
holding us in
like a precious snowglobe.
People do things
say things
bring things
love things
hate things
sweet things
wonderful, sweet, amazing things.
What is it about people?
That makes me love
everything else
so much more.