listen:
instruments shake the air
like a gentle gust of birds.
I'm charmed by every
person i see, so warmed
by how their bare
dirty feet run over
the grass, how they pull
cigarettes & beer to and from
their lips, how they skip
stones across the arched back
of the American
River. I'm looking
for meaning in stranger's
faces again- I see
wrinkles
and frowns, my reflection
in the water of their eyes.
so beautiful
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