Wednesday, 4 July 2018

Before the fireworks on the 4th of July

Big hallways up the pillars of the Supreme Court
(one of the three equal pillars of government, I overhear),
The smell of homemade sandwiches wafts, and the soft spray of the fountain drifts, light teal like the couch at home, on which I napped. And the quarterfinals are discussed.
Everyone's two hours early, in a tranquil wait for sundown,
And in these minutes before my friend arrives,
I think of you.

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