[written 31 July 2017]
Breathing out with the pulse of strangers
Who drive on the streets ready to end
The day, and their eyelids droop with yours
As you sip at one last coffee --
"Double-double, to go."
Sweet and strong and not working despite the hour,
Except for one last melody, breezy and warm
A melody for endless summer nights where others drink
And you stay quiet and think, parallel with their noisy living
You are your own world and your music
Will always be too, even if it bleeds into the outside come morn
Because that is where your being thrives:
Abuzz from that energy and aflame with that rhythm they all
Make, writing the rhythms that reflect their lives,
But at night it thrives when your rhythms are otherworldly save
For when it's time to rest.
YOU ARE READING
The Next Epoch
Poetrylookee another year of poetry Text copyright © 2017 by _symphonic_
