5.30.2013

Sweeping


Unswept concrete
  and naked buckets
all wrapped up in the sky.

  Unseen rhythms
in conversation, a slow
 hum beat of amplitude,
  of people, names, faces,
 and electricity,
all seated with
   unimitatable poses,
laughing, waiting,
    being.

Whether going through
 the moves or dancing
   quaintly, or even paired
already; the music
of uncertainty sits
     between us all.

A cool stretch, the
 lighting of a cigarette,
someone secretly rolling
  a spliff amongst
         everyone; a
new beer and the half
finished one sitting
  lonely by the
         ashtray,
            neglected.

All of it, and me,
 continue to exist,
  with the stars,
while my mind
                 escapes.

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