(it’s actually called “5 to 50/55,” but I only always write to 50)
What They Say Downtown
In the shadow of the highway, time stands still. Outsiders carry the explanation to us in our deliberations. It’s appears as music and words and dance and explains to us what we are, why we’re here. It’s like it’s art thrown at the wall and we who decides what sticks.
shadow, highway, time, outsiders, explanation