wax me home...a poem

music reverberating concrete
under my feet
i watch the fetching—
fetch
check mates
gaze down:
shirts, rivals, the slopes of noses

and

i
alone here
wonder if this half moon
waxes
or wanes our way home


the girl in the polka-dotted
newsboy cap
keeps trading it
for glasses

the boy with glasses
needs perspective
on the surrounding lack of
those worthy

judgment without reflection


as

i
alone here
wonder if this half moon
waxes
or wanes our way home


eyes turn down
glasses drain
djs meter a denouement


while this half moon

waxes my way home




-----signed,
....................blue