Monday, August 2, 2010

The Movement Showroom.

I never minded that night.
I invited it all with me on my walk home.
We passed statues and cobblestones,
met all the light posts,
and continued on our way.
But I knew, the alarm would ring.

With the perfect day at rest,
and my shoulders, catching sleep,
I never felt more relieved to walk home.

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