We could

 
Off prompt...oh well.

We could bury our faces in laughter,
but it needn't be anything
revolutionary,
only a momentary respite
from a world they call
cold or hard or evil,
and we simply call empty.

We could stand an egg on its end
on a day other than the
equinox,
a dead sun our signal
that we'd finally seen
the impossible, or at least
the very difficult.

We could ride in a gray limousine
for no reason other than our
amusement,
dress in our finest and
stare out the rear window,
watch the aging roads
fall out from under us.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
The Roots, The Fire