still. Yet.

this seems a magic | fragile, a whispering of dust

Walking away when we turn our backs

it seems an adventure had and a cup set down

I push my chair back

Pour another cup

You can race all you want on this street

And say it is all going into buildings and coming out

But I know another way

A back way

And the dust hasn’t settled here. It still climbs in the afternoon sky like stars

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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