one by one our feelings line up like
notes on a page of sheet music...
played in three-quarters time rather
than six-eights... we dance to the
day and to the evening and to anything
that strikes our fancy as long as it is
not the tango... especially the last
one in Paris... we fetch our friends
from around the corner and the rest
of the neighborhood in order to do
our due diligence when it comes to
making those improvements to keep
out the riff-raff... tea time comes to
Britain about the same time we drift
into REM leaving our machines in
the closest as they have not been
cleaned in ages... we were the first to
strike out on our own and the last to
find our way but we never gave up
and never splurged on a meal unless
it was the midday one on Sundays.
3 June 2022
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