bridges the evening intense,
as I close my eyes to the night sky.
head back in musical indulgence,
I feel nothing but the ripple effect
of moths and music.
my side is the side of the wind,
and my inside is the place
where emergencies happen
to a heart of angles,
and I refuse to let this moment go.
the mustard-colored ground
holds my spirit down,
dirty blue shoes, grey gait,
swaying to the flowering hour,
a set that is unmistakably
more than just music,
because it is a release
of the last life, little and big.