Solo -C-



This day is breathing
on its own
despite the settled sun
frying the concrete
where none could
barefoot go.

The leaves shudder at my window--
my sole passersby
and I retreat
and I retreat!

This hot summer,
like a winter's shut in
I embrace
Content to be still
in sedentary splendor,
detailing my particulars
between the blue lines and
to a fine point,
counting the quivering shadows
depicting film clips
fromlhere and beyond,
counting the friends who could call
and do not
and missing no one
and nothing but
enjoying myself
solo.

phoebe


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