4.18.2014

Dancing Down Bay Road

Sun sings low red
at the horizon, you string
twinkly lites around
a grand piano on your front lawn.
I don’t know you, but have
forgotten how to dance.
May I join?

For my own occasional music prompt to the Real Toads: Working On That

4 comments:

  1. Thoughts full of both possibilities, a way, perhaps, to break free of reservations.

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  2. Sure, why not ~ I live the invitation ~ Happy Easter Marian ~

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  3. Just got a flash of that young Bob Dylan , somehow, even though it's a piano and not a guitar. :) ~

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  4. yeah and why oh why the piano on the front lawn? must be an invitation.

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