to sit down with strangers talking talking
talking, the sun stunning in its brilliance
talking, the sun stunning in its brilliance
like our laughter, sounding like we never
heard of hurt, happy as an escaped key
I start, you finish, then we restart again
the sisters say: "quiet now, settle down"
they turn their backs, snort their grace
and then we're off on one more round...
odd how though it's made only of sound
laughter never loses its meaning--or place
[Pic: Waterlilies at MSU Radiology Gardens]
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