I am the boy in the yellow shirt
standing by the water
For Ever
who followed his instincts
to the edge of the falls
and fell
in love with the ambient chatter
and soft pitter patter of
your gentle beat
I was standing by the water when
i lost my quiver from
an indian giver
and in less then an hour
i became a flower
disappearing into the
landscape
Note from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle Finder: Following the shiny boy from Northampton we have the yellow-shirted boy from Brooklyn. I’d seen this piece of writing floating around the Brooklyn MC for some time although it often appears with different titles. If you like it, check out With All Our Forgets And Plans.
