I'm floating from bench to ledge,
one expression to the next,
 

of convergence for the energy
of all who come togather 

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The songs of several mariachi bands
meet in midair above

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in a dance only with youth 
and their indifference.

part from his band embodies the strains
of the strings on his violin.

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his melancholy a woman watches every
one & nothing, eyes aglow from some
untold distance within.

and time slows, palpable as their 
obliviousness.  Here
 

with all of it, all the ways in which
the center of anything 

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where people come to feel
& feelings come to people.

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