divine timing

Blue tarps and twine
Connect the dots between
The surface dwellers and street level

A reminder constant
That water under the bridge
Is right on the porch steps
Of another
On door frames leading nowhere


Watch your step at the threshold
As at any moment you’d let in a draft

In the open air

& Life can change
Finding yourself
Searching for quarters

Swept under carpet
When engaged to the girl with golden eyes

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