Subtle changes in the coloring of the wooden floor planks
Heat brings out a smell in them
So many shoes have walked over them
so many little marks are born into them
Sweat falls onto them and footsteps polish them
Brown and yellow like the color of honey
like a soft gold like hue that lights me up
Speckled and warm under the music filled air
The clanking and ringing
I, it is I that walk that floor now
I, who pretend to ignore it´s enticing patterns
as my head seeks some place above the horizon
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