Written for and inspired by Chimaera96’s prompt (also the title).

Shenanigans on Sixth Street

February 18, 2016

After the sun has fallen.
before the street lamps are lit,
there’s a moment when all
beautiful things dance.

On Sixth Street,
mushrooms grow up buildings,
through sidewalk cracks,
encircling the dancers.

The fae folk invite the lost,
homeless, forgotten, to dance
with them when all
beautiful things dance.

When the street lamps are lit,
and light drowns the music,
the dancers take their guests
to continue the dance.

Waiting for the sun to fall,
before the street lamps are lit,
in that moment when all
beautiful things dance.

Shenanigans on Sixth Street