I love to watch
the destruction
of something small,
a toppled stop sign
or
cracked glass
that spiders outwards
for months,
and think,
I'm the only one
who knows.
Passers will wonder
on the way to work
for weeks how
the wooden fence
across the street
splintered in halves?
I have these secrets.
Something to show
but never tell.
something to
snicker to myself.
I revel in these
little rewards
for watching the world;
millions
might know more
if they weren't always
so bored.
