A Song In Reverse

Swaying down streets
Caught in laughter’s
Raw clutches,

Rolling highs
Like dice against
The kerbs,

A mockingbird’s song,
A siren ever close

And the giddy
Sounds of chatter
Let loose,

Under summer’s
Late moon;

We are a song in reverse,
A heaven all wanton,
A curse,

The riot of quiet unkempt.

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