Not feeling the 'remembrance' prompt today (well, not yet anyway...) More of a go-with-the-feel-flow of observation.
Friday Feels
Jazz floats on the air
like a sultry smoke, bubbles
over rain-dappled pavements,
a hopskotch of delight.
Music to carry flowers by:
white roses
and lilac tulips.
Music to watch pigeons by:
iridescent bebop swagger.
Music to come alive by:
effervescent overspill,
every single thing a fascination.
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