fleeting moments
dart by
like farts at a
patio party
and even though
unnoticed
someone knows
that
something just
ain't right
about the moment
and it
is not the
watered down
alcohol that is
being poured
into each
bottomless glass,
nor is it the
cool night breeze
that softens
arguments nor
is it the
perfumes that silently
circulate rings
around sensitive
'areas of the
mind that have
remained
unchallenged for years;
but,
something...
yes something...
has moved by us
interwoven but
unconnected
as our
conversations dance
in rhetorical
circles and we
cannot wait
until the fleeting
moment has
finally concluded.
19May16
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