What will you do when the crowd
sings with you
off key and changes the lyrics
word by word.

Oh, and if by chance
the weather was glaringly sunny
when you felt pouring rain
was in order,
I could have gathered articles
on self-help and deprivation–
if you needed to analyze,
procure and pretend–
but instead we passed
boundaries of chalk and steel
into pasts that exist differently

Without flowers, bees die.
It’s something I never stop to
think about–
it just always matters–
like needing water or how the night always makes his skin glow
and he repetitively becomes the luminescent
magnet for my world.

The audience changes–
and suddenly in harmony,
as conducted,
everyone knows the words.
Another year behind you
and what remains is a video
recorded by a dancing fan.