jane passes through the crowds
outside the mercury lounge.
she loves the city sounds.
she feels that she's been found.
wherever there is light,
she follows.
the bats are out again,
kids shout in Summer rain -
for real, imagined, shame,
for things they cannot name.
she thinks of all their bright
tomorrows.
wherever there is light,
she follows.
walk in and out of rooms.
fall in and out of love.
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