the city streets,
with children skipping ropes
and dogs running,
fades into night,
with the automatic lights.
you look above,
to see the pole
the energy, a box, some wires
all interconnected along the street
you follow the wires,
almost hypnotically
as the car moves on
the lines roll like waves upon a sea of sheet music
blank of notes, you continue to read them
scanning the rhythm,
a bump appears.
old shoes
hung by their laces
a hidden message
of desperation
change
time
life |
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