[8 May 2019]
The lights had long since dimmed, but
the smell of smoke still lingered, hovering among the
vacant stalls, mingling with the scent of grilled chicken
and soy sauce and squid, settling into empty beer bottles and
sticky plastic spoons for the night, waiting to awaken the next day.
And he stood – smiling
face to the sky,
recalling what he had just seen, what he had just felt,
remembering it, picturing it,
replaying the pounding feeling in his chest as the sky expanded, collapsed,
and vanished and his hand brushed hers,
eyes wide –
Reliving it over and over in his mind;
the hillside’s glows and hums – red somewhere in the background
faded into the other sights and sounds and smells;
a single tear and dirigible clouds led on
smoke trails and strings of coloured paper across the sky
kanakanakana long into the night.
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