Look out the window.
Train tracks pace off
uneven teeth to anywhere
past highway. Farther out
the treeline dips,
rises thick green and sky
blue crystal dotted with fluff.

Music flows like rivers
words are tossed easy
as laundry over chairs.

Verisimilitude lives here,
we are beatifically jazzed art heads
pasted over the Sunday Times.
We trade book reviews.

Buy the harmonica stand baby.
Drape it like a necklace, blow,
curve that maple girl close.
She sings so sweet when you dance
her on your knee, when verisimilitude
rings in tranquil bop.

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