sitting in the rain
on a bench in front
of a lake
in a part of the city
i don't know much about
chomping on left over
spring rolls
thrown into a
paper doggy bag
and
pouring more vodka into
my disguised pop
and waiting in the silence
that good music can
sometimes bring
i wait for the friends
of which half
or three quarters
i am excited to see.
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