it’s enough now
in the late evening heat
to watch the trees sway
in an exhausted breeze
like two drunks in a cowboy bar
as they shuffle desperately
around the dance floor
to a final slow song
longing for some kind of love
before the night falls away
into another morning
where routine smiles
and office chit-chat
mark the passing of time
and no one hears
the chains dragging
slowly through the dust
or the grackles caw
as they settle into the night
(August 12, 2024)
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