Remaining

By Adrian Day Staring didn't accomplish much - the line drawn from my eyes to hers was taut (if it could be touched) and now she, in the closing crowd disappears and with her, takes my gaze and staring didn't accomplish much but my eyes on that space will remain...

Maybe It Could

by Alec Meyer Staring didn't accomplish much (I thought at first), but maybe it could. If I stand here long enough, If I let enough wind blow in my face, If I let the mud squish between my toes.