Friday, August 29, 2014


Friday night
The town with the river
And the fountain
In the middle
Of the two bridges

Cool breeze
Bare feet
The breeze of a September night
And the blankets
In the back yard
With the bonfires

The Cricket
Sings to its lover
A song so sweet and gentle
And the sun goes down
In the back yard

The karaoke
From the local bar
Echoes through the streets
Behind the wheels
Of cars
As they drive by

And I find my peace
In the moment of a flame
In the magic of music
In nature
And electricity


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