Sweeping Up Plastic
Cups
The discomfiting timbre of couch room
stained wall echoes about but for electric
boombox whir, pitter-patter drop of tindersticks
on digital ashes in digital urns swell
with the cold sweat of ages in tune.
Chipping clink of tentative wine glasses
held floating in bending whole
of human history in this moment,
when the sheet-sung string drops out,
leaving the sound of shoeprints,
the scrape of half-attuned ear.
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