LOVE IN A PAPER CUP:

Photographs of hands singing, not talking. Morning drifters,
fists concealed in pockets. Famous faces left in beds.
Trains caught, messages sent, received, wallets opened.
Radiant faces with moving mouths, words, language, sound.
Sing-song greetings say the names of strangers, get random,
thank everyone.

Time comes to an end, was it good for you? Was it fast, free,
Beautiful? Did it hold your hand in fur boots, sit behind glass
watching the world? Did it walk in slow & leave running?
Did it splash the cash, looking around to check who was watching?
Did it start every day with good news, ink on it’s fingers,
punctuating history with headlines.

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