He’s at the table
smoking
nothing but the girl
spelled by awake looks,
in music
waves of lips
in smoke
He moves to dance by her
His dancing is reeling
He swims for his life
between just bored couples
in helixical step —
echos
with beats of please and thank you
dancing
watched by dancing
set to music
He is a contained reef of unicellular ocean life
perspiring in torrid rooms
talking under songs
reminded to drink the next shifts in
propagating Himself in compatible mediums
slowly diffusing out the door.
Later we are walking:
the lake
the water
We move up the shore
with the other waves
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