hospitality – friends of friends

The stars and stripes whip in the wind, the stripes fold over the stars in the hearts of new old friends, the blank thoughts that freeze my fingers enter again, wringing my mind for the signal to begin again, my thumbs resting on the space bar and my knuckles buckled in an arch, but the electricity that surrounds me has generated no white hot spark, but the same subway car, bouncer ballroom bar door, city steam morning dream, fruit and flower cart, the walking working headphone listening silent speak, exit left in disbelief, my new old friends connected city army, marching to the beat.

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