white drift of clouds
---------to the horizon
-----------------sun still sears through
random sounds of tuning and checking
spills over conversations like
drizzled syrup on my french toast this morning
---------sitting uneasily in my stomach
breeze cools
last night’s voice of bearded beauty
still lingers in
---------my clouded heart
jangling strings begin to play
---------clear out the
------------------stickiness
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