hermits like me
we waltz from dream to dream
the layers of life
i can see and hear
children rushing
from to to fro in the library
as i type
conversations
rise and fall
within my head
the talking heads
whether i participate
or no
banana tree leaves
shelter the shade below
nod, nuzzle, and wave
one to the other
weary of the heat
shadows expand and shrink
wrestle and laugh
on sidewalks and balconies.
they take shape and fade
like cloud pictures in the sky
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