Saturday, January 30, 2010

after the shuffle

clouds float, slowly making their way across the sky
while the moon and I choose to remain motionless.

at a standstill.

the sky has become so clear that even the stars have deemed it worthy of making an appearance in this beautiful, smog-ridden city.

at the touch and scent of cold cement,
I breathe the air.

deep, steady breaths of fresh night air.

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