As a periwinkle twilight descends upon the neighborhood, the eyes of the homes near me lift their sleepy lids.
The metal below my body cools and comforts as the fingers in my peripheral tenderly stroke brown flaky shards from its surface.
In the distance, the highway coos it's nightly song and the crickets respond
rapturously, a motorcycle flies by.
Im too high
up for the bugs to find me.
I savor the street’s gentle curve
and think how the light grey pavement might be soft and soothing after all.
A bat freefalls, snags a current of air on my left
I hope that this fire escape doesn't fall
~~
8-14-17
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
As a periwinkle twilight descends upon the neighborhood, the eyes of the homes near me lift their sleepy lids.
The metal below my body cools and comforts as the fingers in my peripheral tenderly stroke brown flaky shards from its surface.
In the distance, the highway coos it's nightly song and the crickets respond
rapturously, a motorcycle flies by.
Im too high
up for the bugs to find me.
I savor the street’s gentle curve
and think how the light grey pavement might be soft and soothing after all.
A bat freefalls, snags a current of air on my left
I hope that this fire escape doesn't fall
~~
8-14-17
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