bench

supported by the concrete evidence of the sidewalk

meandering through fire and story

standing on the broad face of a bench

speaking the cellular voice and staring at the concrete car parade. the cycle and the damned and the walk by pedestrians stuck and not looking to stare

punctuation goes sideways and all thoughts are passed in this liminal space shrouded in what we can only hope is what we thought we wanted and on and on and on

the sun has set. the song has been sung