Crowded Rooftops

Keep it to yourself and keep looking around
Do you need to be there?
Can you see the light under the neon?
Can you read the lips of the gaudy?
Change is sitting there somewhere
With a glass, weary-eyed
Wondering what has become of it.

With every segue, the faces waltz around,
The lightness of being is perforated
Like an unnoticed sidereal sky,
Crowded rooftops all around the neighborhood
Engage in meaningless banter
Whining about the unwanted weight
Of people stomping in, strolling out
With a newfound darkness in their minds,
Not that of the night.

But amongst the intervening glances
And the random remembrances
Memories are woven,
Like a disheveled tapestry in the making
Soon to be hung on walls
Built to make way for
More crowded rooftops.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Capitano Avatar
January 10, 2017 at 4:01 AM
Reminds me of my younger days sitting on the roof with a beer and an eye to the sky. Well done Iman.
Roy Avatar
January 11, 2017 at 8:52 PM
Exactly the same sentiment I wanted to portray. Thank you...
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