(I can't remember if I posted this or not, but whatever, this is the newly reborn, re-edited version anyhow... it's been awhile).

I walked streets, humble, today. I am almost
As cool as you.

I shook hands
With homeless faces, edged my grin
In understanding, and kept my mouth shut.

I learned anarchy was still
Stealing, defamation a conspiracy of wealth,
Honesty a taught condition.

I was told I could not be normal.

Leaving behind toothless offerings, wrinkled
Creeds, I caught the frozen lake
At sunset, perched on a rock, like you, tiny
Against the impending night. I am almost
As cool as you.

The tail and fumes of supersonic commuters cut
Into twilight, spilling brilliance
On the pastels of winter's endings.

The impossibility of ice
Made me smile,
All that water like land.

I knew adventure
Was my own, sharing an option, comparison
Void in the face of nightfall,
Loss flame flashes in subtle shifting finality,

Distance a melted lake.

Your image, fading, stops
Behind on concrete.
I am almost
As cool as you, walking
Onto the ice.