Jamming the city for a 45 minute jam, isn't this how all street closures should work?
In the shadow of memory, where fences stood a short while ago
we danced
in the humidity of the day
we danced
we dripped and let our souls free on a wednesday night
in the middle of everything we danced
We walked and talked of many things
how to quit, how to say yes, why no is never possible
the rebellion in our hearts leading us to foolish things
for mere seconds to quiet the sighs and longings of our hearts
we walked along grand streets as the day folded
feeling grand and lovely ourselves
always still striving to answer to ourselves
it is still the city that elicits us,
it is still our city
