Open sky, a blissfully haggard man in a park with a lovingly abused guitar.
Strokes the strings soft, lovingly
An ode to the past and all that has cried before him.
On this open day, he weeps.
A drifting cloud, playing aloud
Multicolored dervishes float sparsely above the earth, with Frisbees and hula hoops.
The passing of time always cut his heart so deep -
Vibrating delicately with the day. He remembers
Fear of drowning, a childish thing.
Crystal clear notes bubble up over his head
Like navy ocean water.
















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