a welcome smile behind the til: a name like a bird I wasn't meant to ask for. my first day of spring in someone else’s fall. blossoms in the roundabout, fascists in the mall. the city plagued by nightmares and the suffocating stench of blood beneath the asphalt. shame stops trams. a sea of flags reflects the past that paves the present crisis. glimpses of the future of our beautiful dystopia.
something else: your face through my lens, our fears up in flames. my back to the camera and pictures of places we hid from the world and all our answers. subliminal pledge or just another surprise on my phone. do I indulge the cameo? affection complicates the gesture. should I bother with the struggle to discern sincerity from ego? between dreams and scheming you’re no help at all. writing tomorrow in invisible ink. I watch you dance on the coals of the fire we built. will you teach me how to balance when you learn?every dream a little hard to reach. our choices write performances we can’t foresee (for now). the trains keep moving regardless of the steps we take. at least I get to ride my bike.
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