last strains of freedom from a car stereo at the stop light, Spanish auto-tune Springsteen, a collaborative anthem to the last fifteen minutes before the parking lot and the time clock and the last shuddering sigh through tired limbs on the darkening street as i stand at attention for an approaching bus, drained and dull as the wheels roll by and leave me behind with the last fading thump of free- dom rising up from the asphalt into worn out rubber soles
August 28, 2021
