You are waves of time
Dizzy with the amber light of the everyday
Tasting of red, white, and blue
Not a 4th of July
Just the things a million people see:
In the accidental arrangement of shade and machine.
We are peculiar in our sight for patterns,
We are open/minded and open/hearted and
The autumn leaves are just one stage
In our metamorphic mess.
You are the quiet of a moment of film
;I hear the music play.