Strangely great mood today.
Was it yesterday’s coffee
or a 3 mile talk around
fine lines and a boat,
lip red but missing a sail.
Maybe it was because I
Laughed with someone
I got pulled out of
a practice room after
six hours of Puccini.
“You can come back to this later,” She says.
It was a perfect walk.
We said things we’d never
say had it not been
for that lake.
“A boat is a boat is
a boat is a boat. Are we boats?
We float. We sink. We have motors.
What’s the difference?” I say.
We kept laughing and rising
and spoke louder than architecture
which was like catching the number 22.
because we are the quietest people I know.
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