Three hundred plus strong in the street
a wall of humans- evident fractions-
the lopsided proportion righting itself.
Oh, and us, with our terrible timing,
accidentally in the lead,
bullhorns behind blasting our eardrums
the band marching to our left, & bike-cops flanking.
Learning has two stages- watching and imitation.
Deja vu, my manager says. I dreamed you here before
in my plural mind we’re magnified fifty-five times
Octopedal, tentacles straddling the world. Bulbs burst
soul fractions captured in light. Couldn’t chant- later
we examined the footage, fast-forwarded and freeze-framed
There you were, with your wavy hair and clear blue glare
in the center of the foreground with your hawk eyed stare.