Contiguous

Asnighttime follows daylight,

Assidewalks hug the street,

Asfingers fold to handshakes

Andthe music forms a beat,

 

Thesecond hand sweeps constantly

Erasingyesterday.

Andwho will know the overflow

Thatswiftly slips away.

 

Isit not all connected

Insome melancholy rhyme?

Arewe to be suspected of

Diminishingin time?

 

Andthere are lessons to be learned,

Andpatterns to obey

Inskillfully connected

Interactiveinterplay.

 

Anddaylight yields to nighttime,

Andthe street is sidewalk’s friend.

Ourhands enfold in friendship

Andthe music never ends.