We walked through the darkened city, the laneways enticing
in the dark. Our feet went one step, one step; if everything could be as in
time. Out in the sky great stars exploded, but the footsteps and the sound of
people eating at the outside tables and the hiss of the wind in the curl of my
ear were all that spread over me. I reached out a hand and held on to yours, the old
trees with their knee rugs nodded at our touch. They have their roots knot-twined
under the cement. The wind makes shushing sounds to settle their wood, adjusts
the twinkles in their leaves.
In the light from
those tiny stars,
your warm fingers.
gorgeousness!
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