I'm just looking for a few minutes
to get down the word
to forget for a moment
the struggle
the struggle for dollars and cents
the struggle for the universe's praise
the struggle for the tiniest remnants of love
I'm just looking for a few minutes
to get down the word
to shake something loose
to document the red flowers
of the tattoo on the guy's arm
sitting in front of me
or how good The Monkees
feel coming through my earbuds
or the pealing laughter
of the unsupervised children
twirling in their own universes
near the restaurant's faulty soda machine.
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