the bones of words

remain behind

like rumpled sheets

without memory of sleep

as day tosses

a mixed salad of walking

and arriving


the hours melt into

the water of day


time slows for

anxious eyes

while rain marks windows

and umbrellas below

splashing on buses

sizzling off neon’s


coats of color

weave upstream

in each direction


its calming to watch

until thrust into it




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