at 1:48 Am. was quiet.
We the children of Kin & Kith, Night & Moon walked without worry of
aggressive street dwellers; through the cemented playground of human-kind.
After 10, torn & dirty jeans replaced pressed slacks; our shoes scuffed while theirs clapped.
"we are all the same difference" you said which I replied "not really"
I will never be invited in and I refused to drink the tea.
After 2:30 Am, when the last of the lushes and mate-seekers have driven away
from the blinking red and yellow street lights to their suburbian loneliness, all that remained is the memory of us suspended in a standstill.
Motionless in that splendor sandy, current. Like we were swimming in an unbreakable hour glass made of stainless steel hooks from which we were suspended in the moment, we Kin and Kith, children of Night and Moon kissed in the midst of an intersecting sea of concrete.