Curious.
Never fell into uniform.
Row house tan,
ubiquitous.
Clever one
undone.
Caught up
in the rise and fall.
As long
as night comes
our lives are all
tidal.
Try as I might,
burn bright,
but always lose
my lighter.
Stone streets,
forlorn
in the pre-winter
atmosphere.
Is being different
more important
than just being?
Guess I’ll have to
sit here
and wait
for the tide to come in.
DJR – 2023
