The magicis in the way the sun streamsthrough muslin curtainsand the breezesuggests I get up and find a sweater.
The song is laughter of childrencombined with birdsongas each day grows a little warmer,clouds so highthey suggest soaring,Sunday love-day, let me fly with youand not forget tomorrow, and the next daywhen I’ll jonesfor your sweetness again
NaPoWriMo Day 23! Responding to “Ballad of the Morning Streets” by Amiri Baraka, for Gillena’s prompt in the Imaginary Garden: THE WAY YOU SEE IT