Candid Shot
I smell chlorine and humidity combined. An echo lodged within the half transparent bubble might resemble a safe zone. Shielded from the thought of snow. Warmth balances the psyche prone to zeal when finding freshness. Having waited all day for a darkening purple sky to find the light of stars. A big plucked moon, accessible. Midnight insists itself upon a daylight crowd that seeks a quiet cover over thought. As the desire for unexpected solace when a loss is formed. Composite memory, chastened by a blend of expectation and surprise.
Performed charisma, wood tone as the goal, the gravitas of a cappella
Sheila E. Murphy
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