To remember from forgetting

To remember from forgetting;
A door unseen, opened.
Without seeing it coming,
the universe laid itself out,
(like "show and tell")
bragging its simplicity
upon the street before me.

Under a chipping, weathered frame
a woman finds herself
within three young smiles.
Momentarily envious of
purity.

Across; the other side,
hair pours off a head.
But a stream shattered.
Stuttering, as it crashes itself
upon Earth and its rocks.
She tilts her head further
as she tries to brush out time.

Further down the road,
I am met with four eyes.
One hand finds a square root.
One mind imagines mice.
Together they take notes
about a world they will never share.

Sprawling on the ground,
a group huddles close,
feasting, like hyenas,
on the flesh of fried
doughnuts.
They bare their baby teeth
and smile,
as their kill lies
neatly,
within a box.

The street tears into two
and I face a dying friend.
The tree nods in agreement,
as I cannot help but laugh
in appreciation
at the beauty of a street
called Everything.