On evenings like those of fragrant spices
Cycle spokes and street dogs
Sound like a city being dreamt
Into real.
Into spacetime slices.
At midnight we drink orange halogen
And earth roads become concrete
Between now and then.
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2 comments:
Very beautiful. I love this.
@Sap: Thank you.
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