Note from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle Finder:
There’s a lot of anonymous poetry posting happening on the Brooklyn MC and sometimes I think, tho’ I’m not certain, that a sizable chunk of it can be attributed to one person… I love the visuals associated with this piece – the subway, the busker, the walk up a long flight of stairs, and finally… lightness. Thank you Brooklyn! I enjoy preserving your creative output.
Breathing Like A Spaceman
Missed Connections in Brooklyn, NY
Breathing Like A Spaceman
I woke up at my stop on the f train this morning
and saw him playing his plastic keyboard
filling the station with a soundtrack
for the new
day
As I climb the stairs I hear him say
I hope you fall in
love
And as I step into the sunlight
I realized I am laughing
and I am
light
