Aug 14, 2008 12:45
It was dusk on the streets, the streetlights just flickering on for the night and the pavement still wet from the sweeping machines. I had just come from an arcaded plaza to the sidewalks and thought I saw something in the corner of my eye as I stopped at a wrought-iron pedestrian barrier. Then I saw them, scattered all along the way, pairs of men and women, dressed entirely in black costumes so they weren't "people" but silhouettes. They were dancers and stunt players and they swept from one place to another. You were one in the troupe, you danced with a guitar case. Sometimes it was a guitar, sometimes it was a woman, sometimes it was a tommy gun.
I thought to join you but as I ran to you you vanished. And then I woke up.
FP
friends,
dance,
ninja,
dreams