micropoetry – Page 9 – Sunshine and Wind

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led away from my chores
on an artery
a rooftop watch
collects samples
of dusk

scraping rust
in a tight curl

and i blew past all that
i said
receding

sense memory
can become
dense
cumbersome

and it is
when framed

a front of breath
pushes across the air
up here

sky at eye level
shoes off

effectively floating

to silence
some are moved

to silence
some know not
to say

the night cannot hold,
it never can

tracing the cracks
we have held on tight

the sun is a truck
squeezing down an alley,

the world the road and
i the gas

five million
excuses drilling

one thing that
has not changed

is that I am in no rush

the exhausted breeze
tumbles end over end,
breaking over treetops
and cascading down
from the taller buildings
on greene street.

the wavy edge of a world cut in two
appears, from the ground,
as a choking, as
a call for silence