i ran circles at midnight
street lights
and a glockenspiel
faking harmonies as feet
rose to meet this colder air
still colder now
compressed against wood
and vinyl. pressed against the saxaphone solos
met on street sides with
the well fed, thirsts quenched
wind ate the sound of sirens calls
of $5 admissions to shisha shit shows
the wind spit out thin crusted marvels of
human achievement
i slept through this late night toil
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