Sunday

poem

violins fill the air.
dusk mixed with hot pink sky.
love is like wine.
don't be tired.
long nails, cigarettes.
celebrate life every day.
number thirty six.
rings on each of her fingers.
walk the dog after midnight.
black cherry tree.
floating above space,
just before Earth.
say an honor prayer,
throw your worries away.
the saxophone will bring
you to a happy place.
hold hands, look to the
sky, know you are fine.


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