MADE TO ORDER
It shakes out in the park as
the green grass comes back
and the wild flowers bloom.
People walking their infernal
dogs, and school kids in their
tennis jogs. Far noises are near.
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I can walk along, pretty settled
and set at ease by some sort of
happiness not felt since last year.
Under the guise of monumental,
I can sense another Summer due.
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Sunlight glides like music on the
panes of glass. Brightness reflects
brightness at best. There isn't
much else to do.
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