As high as buildings,
we pash cooing delicately,
to the heat-of-the-sun.
They keep exhaling the past,
the cars do,
as they do,
romancing,
and masquerades.
I wanted to be different.
To dance and trust a new dimension.
To start doing the fieldwork of getting to know myself.
To learn to love and live with the other.
If we are witnessing a hope,
we are privy to a piece of heaven.
And when we speak our utterances,
we can just listen.
With hope heading towards the songs of community,
I am being alive.
I’ve found it’s ok to wake up and stare at the window with a lonely embrace.
I am here with each of us.
I’ve stopped the searching,
or not.
There is just so much to do and say.
We have been invited to a party,
we don a polka dress and take a friend called
‘chance’.
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