The Longest Night

The fog walks through the pathways

Between buildings

Covers the object in a vignette

Creating soft lines from the once hard.

 

The lines of people’s faces became softer – fleshier –

Real, surreally.

The clock seems to move

In steady motionless inches.

 

Cherry blossoms wake up the red brick.

Visionary colours. Hard to describe.

 

The live jazz

Seeps

Through the porous building walls

Where we stand and chat.

I have a continual conversation with myself.

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