stumbling in the darktried to get my footinto what I realised laterwas a handkerchief
next stopthe balconywith its clotheslinekid all of a year and some, next doorcalled out…
The Bossstarts his anthemmeant for the working classnow a beacon of patriotismthe sun has just begunto light up the sky
sometimesthe sun slides infirst appear the colorsvarious shades in the skythen come the rayslike a jazz melodycreeping into your…