On my break, ten of the best minutes of the week,
Across the way, Seafood Paradise, four Mexican men enjoying the same feeling,
Kindred voices in relaxing silence, (save a few jostled words)
we sit in common humanity,

Our voices speak on different wavelengths,
Spanish, english, it's all just human,
Humid joy on this summer's midst,
The temperate concrete colliding with the cool cringeless breeze,

July acts as a blanket tonight on our break,
The sweat on my brow is the same kind they wear with a smile, so I smile too,
Can't help it,
Smile at the subtle and ever rare simplicity.

One more sip of my tea, I shiver at it,
At both the ice and the preferable bitterness,
A flicker of the sign, the neon lobster is the focle point,
Onyx melted down and sapphire glazed form the sky,

Coffee steam from joseph's barber down the street clouds the closely clear darkness,
Stratosphere fog,
Other passing lights and busy bustle of distracted souls surround me,

Yet I am one with the quiet on this ten minute break,

And for this,

Am so truly blessed.

-with love

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 07/14/2011 12:42AM by Fickledlife.

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-with love

Nicely done, Fickle, stay with us.

Les