Val Brooklyn Rogers
A Steady Drum Rhythm - Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers
The city in the summer nights.
Beats a steady drum rhythm. Slow.
Living does rhyme with time.
Strange be a drastic decision
Proceeding without permission.
Bad luck. Nothing but superstition
And lying leads to reprimanding in
The limelight to pretending.
Love letters lead to romance rekindled
And some slow dancing to remembering
As an orchestra symphony played late
Into the afterthoughts of midnight' s
Worthy of a perfect dream to much to
Conceive. Which gives birth to unbelief
Return to reality: the city in the summer
Nights beats a steady drum
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