a concerto,
staccato and abstruse,
punctuated
with moments of upheaval,
quilted the evening sky.
rain was coming,
but you’d never know;
their voices were just
too damn happy.
i stood there
listening, spellbound, transfixed -
a leper fingering his scabs -
until one decided he had
better things to do...
and then another, and another,
and then silence, a car horn, a neglected dog.
dinner had to be cooked, beer drunk.
rain was coming, after all.
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