reset
beset me
as I dream
of revolutions
we will ride
away
on vintage bicycles
as someone
yonder
plays the mandolin
a dog barks
overhead
and faintly
someone sings
Leonard Cohen’s
‘Democracy’
to the rhythm
of a bodhran,
yet,
maybe that’s all
madness
that intangible force
the deadened hours
staring
at that light green wall
again