There is the blue floor
The video game
The pool
The multicolor ice machine
And the timeless bartender
My sport shoes stomping to the rhythm of
The memories of a place and a time
So like no others
Still shade on the right corners of this very place
The doors of the restrooms
My heavier shoulders
My smile so
Minutes and phrases
My face still looking towards the moon
My feet.
by The Shortfellow
17/07/12
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