Shiftless Kids

Shiftless kids meander momentarily
through air like  scattered haze of glass
The shy night opens up, greying and uninvolved
in juxtaposition to leafless (leaveless) trees
Oh, what are seasons?
Just shifts of time in orderly lives
The weather between the banter,
ceaseless and incessant like people
walking trails on clear, untrammeled days
Oh, what are the reasons?
For this transient massing
of time, of people, of indifference
Shiftless, unmannered kids, playing games
in the park through air of glass
scattered with a haze of days


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