The quiet persistence of others:

On a warm summer evening,

a young man is strolling

with his hands in his pockets

in a facaded city, deadening

itself for the approaching night.

He hears music and, along his way,

comes across a front lawn stuffed

with cars. Beyond, a noisy house.

A window shows its contents.

He deals a glance

at the intricate confusion

of bodies outside of themselves

with drink and sweat,

turns and walks.

A passerby could have heard

his sneakers grinding

against the cement sidewalk.

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