Dutiful

Silence broods
The floating smoke,
Embers rise,

Tears hang
Like dew on
Bent gutters,

Feet shuffle shivers,
A breeze licks
Its wet,

Eyes dizzy
Down to
The ground,

Moths oscillate,
And the crowd
Disperses.

From above
They scatter
Like the splash

Of the first
Storm’s raindrop
Stretched out,

A random fan
Of wet anomaly
Strewn loose,

As thunder
Threatens
Then drifts,

A dance of
Abandoned detachment,
A barely audible

Rip.

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