wanderer: ok

of course, it’s only two in the morning

there’s supposed to be a city curfew

but the cops don’t really care

they’ve got enough to worry about as it is

we meander in our own packed way

down alleys and under orange lights

like the hallways of our high school

or the backyards of our homes

the silence, i think, is very beautiful

as if we’ve developed an unspoken language

like how birds move in the sky as one

a true sign of how close we are

we stop beside the church to smoke

Jason got cigarettes from his sister

and we gather and puff

like a bunch of smoke stacks

crickets are singing in the distance

and a dog barks on the other side of town

and after a minute I hear the calm of distant train

and for a moment

everything is ok