vast swarms on the summer night streets

and I feel invisible


no one to notice me

no one to bum me out with their nonsense


the young playing at grown-up

while the old barely shuffle out of the way


and I pass under hazy ribs of clouds

on this one and only Friday night ever


as safe as being part of the air...





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