Friday night recruits
a packed downtown
another Friday night
business as usual
as long as you remain
on the big fat streets
that is inside so-called
boundaries
neon lights abound
the white lights of the theater
the jumbotron flashing outside the
magnificent arena
a touch of coolness courtesy
of a slight breeze
here individuals
become the collective
participants in a cosmic party
—and from up above
from the eyes of drones
you may well be more
than just a cog in the system
march two thousand twenty-four
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