sunday afternoon
on a rooftop of a barn.
the barn that i dwell.
my old friends guitar
capo
and pick.
strumming under the heating sun
humming tunes that matched
the pictures in my mind
of a beautiful old man.
remembering.
a hummingbird seeks nectar
a bird sings along (in his own key)
soft wafts of over ripened plums
drift into me
along with the pleasant breeze.
this is my sunday afternoon
on a rooftop of a barn.
the barn that i dwell.
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