BODY OF STREETS

Garbage Dance!

I'm lost.

I fell in love with the direction sign. I want to stay with you. Refrain from showing me the right way.

Your scent, so alluring, captivates my soul, As you gracefully steer cars in control.

Police!

God is sleeping.

The church is closed.

A body rests upon the doorway's floor, Swinging between pedestrian walk, street, and church door.

The body's presence disrupts, crosses our path,

Roof Dance or Bridge Dance!

I slept on the roof, but I woke up on the bridge. Dreaming of people while cars kept on passing. Shouting out, but windows stayed shut, A dance of solitude in this chaotic rut.

Red Night, Rain Dance!

My balcony beckoned, bidding me dance, Before ascending its heights in a graceful trance. A whispered invitation, in the twilight's glow, To sway and twirl beneath the rain's rhythmic flow.