Sunrise, sunset

Hot cement days blasting AC vents
In corporate corridors
Not a trace of lingering dust
In the pristine white ugly form,
beautiful because a man said so;
Mornings barely broken
Crescent sun meeting blue
Stars bearily hang to the clothesline
And it’s so lonely to meet the sky asleep;
Bowed head and broken filter,
Water-cooler talks and brisk gossip
To fill the silence of borrow time
Yours and not theirs
Velcro and cufflinks;
When the ache deep down
Further than your bones and cells
Blood borne pathogens and formless dreams
Trek between the crowded gazes
To meet for brief moments
How good it is to see the sky awake

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