he didn’t expect anyone to listen
his brass notes
swallowing up the water
in unison with
the mist
gulping down the rest of us
he didn’t expect me to sit down next to him
an unobtrusive stranger sharing his modest stage
opting for soul
rather than
hippy techno
down the breakers
“you are such a nice surprise destination sir”
“ohreally…oh…ohwellthank…you”
such a short time for this time
to revel and to sob
the final blocks so unbearable
i give myself
permission
to sink into the contrast
my pace ever quickening
my soul so far behind it may have
opted for the second hand smoke
destination
