Side By Side
Not exceeding that moment of the shift,
decades of pomp and circumstance,
that Gatsbyesque snap of jeweled fingers,
halted,
like a race horse after the win.
Now nature in her worst mood,
feverish and pacing,
placed one next to the other.
Farm worker and trust fund baby,
in their red cross refuge, to
see each other in the mirror of faces,
as a thought of a diapason of harmony
seeps into the room like an aromatic breeze.
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