nothing strikes me
coffee in a paper cup
yellow awnings, dirty, wet with rain
the day unfolds
things go as they must
this is fine, I guess
this turn of the roulette wheel
what misery I may get
at bay, just for this hour
snow and voices, choices slung back
to haunt us
what we do with them
take a gamble, a step into the bramble
"eggs in the briar patch"
if nothing occurs to you
wait a couple of minutes
*quote is the name of a David Byrne song
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