There is sunshine and smiles
There is dancing and butterbean
Flesh with puffy red lips smiling at me
There are bitter leaves doing graceful
Somersaults across asphalt
And a subtle lemonade flavored sweetness
To this moment of waiting
There is peace and this is the truest part
Of my day, I'm surrendered to it. Completely
Sunken in like a Hollywood boulevard star
A day marking the solidity of what is
Without worry of what was or what will be
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sumersaults across asphalt...
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