The Absence of Wavelength

Bridge Avenue

bridge avenue

quiet-thumbing your song
in a bustling throng
all week long vibration echoing
memories spared
in a funnel of resistance

when you come to a bridge
and stop traffic

heart broke, lungs work
it's noted as we stop

you could sing sweeter, echo
respect on avenue to city dwellers

they might be on break
in a hurry, back to punch that clock

you strike with something worse

I might be the only, standing here

quiet return, strumming,
I notice  you never looked up --
all day long, vibrating hummingbird
I could kiss you slow,
hush our funnel of resistance


9.15.24

re-listening to Kacey Musgraves' Slow Burn, and

coda
relating what it feels like to sing pain with strain
still aiming for beautiful
and find the one notices is me,
how I wish I could find solace without silence within resistance
where you hide
until a maelstrom of force emphasizes essence
lifelong building my own city song

Haven't done 'coda' in awhile