On this rooftop lays

The complex maze
Of the city breeze
Snaking concrete trees
That shadow all
In darkening fall
Of sunlight bled
And twilight red
Crossing towers tall
Streaking the wall
Of this rooftop shared
In stories left bare

In friendships name
That simple game
Of journey’s made
In futures trade
Of where to go
And what to see
Of dreams yet planned
Untravelled lands
We sit here all
In bliss-filled awe
Of a world to see
So curiously.

As one goes beyond
Across the pond
To fuck NYC
Undress Liberty
To expand, explore
And dream of more
There are two left here
To laugh of him dear
Of inlet crossings
Beer buckets swimming
In joyous fond
Of that friend beyond.

Dead Kittens.

MT

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