“There is something in the air tonight,”
said The Sad One to The Queen,
“I was walking around outside and–”
She then proceeds to halt talking,
as The Queen lowers her head,
and whispers nonchalantly–
Something I cannot hear,
since, I am just a distant observer writing.
A secret of the trade
-to share ideas without mocking-
Like a bird,
The Sad One begins to chirp.
She runs excitedly
to the palace balcony
on the Eastside of Brooklyn, New York.
[Where I am, is where I am to be]
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