found these old pics on g drive. the writing prompt was you're immortal. 55 words.

i had some fun dates when i was single. not many. but some, like this one. the streetlights were all disco balls, rotating in the sultry dusk. my date, a man who relieved me of  not one, but two kittens from a large litter borne by my last unfixed cat, was doing a side job for an out of town artist friend. he had to make sure all the disco balls were spinning, and if not, attempt to get them going again. we strolled  the river walk, along the new convention center, where a formal event was taking place.  i stumbled among late arrivals like a bewildered waif, gazing at the spinning mirrors' refractions on the sidewalks,car windows, a young woman's coiffed hair; noticed  the new trolley station installed across the street, exclaimed -let's take this out to ybor! i meant later,  but he was working. i may have embarrassed him, a low key guy who kept under everyone's radar.

in the rotunda, light swims in swarms over the marble and glass high above, like gnats pooling in patterns on the roadside, mornings on the way to work .i stand transfixed, recording the movement. bottled fire. the galaxies of pandora's cluster. caged infinity, revolving.

dreaming seeds

i thought it would be fearless, like sun. it's more diamond. facets of lives i've lead reflect into one another. i bounce off brightly blurred memories, settle in the middle. time is measured in lovers' deaths. centuries pass between one new taste and the next. i envy flowers, the joy of the sprout.

people passed by me as i stood against a wall of the portico transfixed, looking up. cotton skirt, sandals, sloppy shirt over a wifebeater, braless. some side-eyed me, some glanced up as well.  my date went about checking the globes and the spinning while i stayed in the the shelter until the last pink was gone from the sky. 

this was a different date, an entirely different man. we found this hallway and it feels immortal-the ghostly pattern the slanting sun light makes on the left, just before the turn. but i digress.

after we inspected aaalllll the spinning
 disco balls  and there were so many, all
 the streetlights around the convention center
 and the river walk around it even
 along a side path turning
 from the river, where looms an old
30's  era gate tower i'd only caught in glimpses
prior,  an un moving globe discovered!
so he resets the motor, takes out a retractable
grip, gives it a spin and we watch it for a while
and maybe we kiss i can't remember but we do
 have a smoke then he says so, you wanna
check out that trolley now?