the bus pulls in at the same time i do
stops for a minute
and drives on
last bus of the night

i come out from the bar
jazzed up on slushie and tequila
go dance
get blazed with the folks at the door
talking waving to everyone as i meet them
in arcades and doorways
shooting and smoking
from torch blackened glass

city hall stands non imposing
bright white light and illumined gardens
a jewel in the darkness
it s wet
everything is wet
covered in a sheen of morning dew
it s
just past midnight
mosquitoes bite

on well worn heelys i skate along
curving over stone
the
bus driver says i make it look so effortless

the gardens are warm
crickets are chirping
the machine touches me
i
touch the world around me

glory to our fallen dead
we keep these artifacts that we remember
terra firma written in stone

nalodh
iisihtna ka

des