i watch the paraders pass by

Wildborn Sun

I watch the paraders pass by

thank them for their vulnerability and wait

wait for the sweated smell of angry desperation to shift

and buckle

opening a shimmering of something else  – something a little sideways

a little uncontained

a little fume of heat rising off the long hot bitumen.

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