They dance in that bare, wooden tree,
Sliding across the ocean of
The world that swims around me.
They sing to a quiet, little bird,
Who trembles in fear of their strength,
Hiding beneath comfortable leaves,
For a miracle, it prays at length.
They celebrate a secret joy -
Dancing in the roof of a car,
Licking away at a pile of filth,
Drunkenly sliding over each other.
I stay in my bed, bemused -
Watching the rain as it reigns;
Making some smile, making some cry,
Driving some others insane.
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Written sometime during September. This depicts an actual rainy afternoon. :)
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