standing slow

thumb warmed granite left
on right
mostly standing straight
we’re leaving
tracing neon lit letters
with dusty shoes
an ordinary otherwise
otherwhere looking shore
stepping down into quiet
simple ways
incense
sweat
our overpass food
we’re living unseen grace
standing slow
sleeping time to time
with hands and hope
this matters not dusted point
twice held tight
hanging over painted tile bay
around this paper lantern night