songs from the sixties and seventies
steadily played inside my head,
in my ears, phones were secured,
iheart radio on my phone,
lowered volumes allow my
thoughts to develop - formulating
mindless words on pages of a
daily journal - ignoring the discomfort
of my beach chair - focusing on the
walkers, who, like me, walk close
to the water's edge - the sun reminds
me she is still out and bright and how
long until I begin to feel raindrops.
September 13, 2024
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