A Rare Night in Screw City

I found this in my notebook.  It’s old, but I like it.  It was a good moment that resonated, and I captured it as best I could.  It’s funny how beauty can happen twenty feet from a bar that smells of decades old piss.

You kneel

On the sidewalk

Flowers in your hair

As fingers fiddle fiddles

And strings softly strum

And in this moment

You make this city

Beautiful

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