Fluorescent memories

 

I sit in the silence

of a daydream

only interrupted by the

station traffic buzzing

under the hum

of fluorescent memories.

 

The setting sun pierced

by the church in the distance.

Bleeding its golden hue

over the view.

and in the amber-tinged glow

I bestow my thoughts to the air.

I stow away the hopes and I sit in

reflective solitude.

 

The girl with headphones

sings along silently to her tune.

A dance in her feet

that she fears to set free.

 

I think to myself

let yourself be,

let the music move you

as it is made to.

For life is too short

for worry to quell your truth.

 

The bus arrives

in a blur of green, dissolving

into the alchemy of summer

gold leaf.

 

She quickens her step,

and I’m sure

I spy a twinkle

in her eyes as

she lets the beat

sway with her

into her aisle seat.