Jay by Mohammed Al-Houti

What I wouldn’t give to be
Jay for a day: speeding by

on his roller skates, balancing
dirty dishes and coffee

as he swivels around and
refills mugs with a smile. 

He moonwalks through life
takes every turn, adds another

plate to the wavering tower
and still slides forward.

After-hours when the pace
slows down and the chairs

have been pushed aside he spins
until all he sees are streaks of light.

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