how it feels
returning to the suburbia,
walking past couples
eating chilly popsicles
from each other’s hands,
while kids fall on the pavements —
not a worry, not a melee —
as the first full moon,
overlooking us,
beyond the double pulses
built at the epicentre,
witnesses all the
wild, harsh river flows
that taught us life.
I am not the melodramatic aristocrat;
you are the forgetful, envious plutocrat.
will you make it through January
when I still linger with December?
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 11:12 PM UTC
how it feels
returning to the suburbia,
walking past couples
eating chilly popsicles
from each other’s hands,
while kids fall on the pavements —
not a worry, not a melee —
as the first full moon,
overlooking us,
beyond the double pulses
built at the epicentre,
witnesses all the
wild, harsh river flows
that taught us life.
I am not the melodramatic aristocrat;
you are the forgetful, envious plutocrat.
will you make it through January
when I still linger with December?