[bike + cello]

mountains with their feet in the sea,
and white shining clouds
filling their sails
with the clear breeze
of river
and soil.
i want winding paths,
pitchforks,
a slow vivaldi in the sunset
as i build a fire
and call the cat in
from a long day of grass
and cold sunshine.

trees with deep roots,
and neighbors with
sugar and flour,
and earlymorning bikerides
to places i've never seen,
where we breathe
our own sailing clouds
into the wakening day.

18.1.03

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