It’s not like you need to think hard
About these things
Like horse head cocked as the traffic hums by
Or thick crinkled paged book festooned with dust
Or hands on the clock click whizzing around
No, these are simple things to be enjoyed at this moment
Ice-cream drip on the tongue
Snow flake on the eyelash
Hands that smell like a god-damn puppy for Christ’s sake
Get your teeth out of your skull
Look around
Breathe
And bounce on the balls of your feet
The band will begin shortly
Wait until you see the light show
And the explosions
They’re extravagant.
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