cyclical

time
has no siblings
death
has no friends
life
is but a daydream
sorrow
never ends

she kicked a can down the street as the lights flickered on an hour early due to the change in season

a dog snarled through a gap in the weatherworn wooden fence with a tenacious need to be heard

the wind rattles down the street picking up a tattered flyer for a concert set to begin ten years prior

time
has no siblings
death
has no friends
life
is but a daydream
sorrow
never ends

chains rattle as they pedal faster and faster down the street the sound of labored breathing carries

the old man digs through the dumpster in hopes of some small feast to take back down under the bridge

she dances along to the music in her headphones as the can flips awkwardly across the potholes

time
has no siblings
death
has no friends
life
is but a daydream
sorrow
never ends

it’s a circle, this cyclical game of cat and mouse where both parties are mice, just unaware

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