Memories of Summer

It's been a cold winter... making me miss summer.

Florida Keys

Let your piano breathe.

and vibrate the tiny hairs

on all your sensory organs. 


they love it


Heat from your exhalations

cause the cool grass blades

to flush a shade greener.


it loves you


Lying on a cushion of air

face pressed into a pillow of water

open your eyes to the world of fish


you love them

The End

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