Drift
rain and sirens a muezzin call
how
slimy roads meet reluctance
to be out eager
to get home images of
warmth and nothing leaking
not your aorta
the scents of food prep
everything predictable
the weekend weather
accidental
upset sound drifts
through reality all the one
recipe you told me it was
the exception to the rule
play
the same game the same way
for all men are equal
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