Harmonica
Through the viscous urban streets
Dancing like a dream unleashed
Up the stairs and through the door
Roped in silence to the floor
Gliding, hazed and barely felt
The mist of rain from winter pelt
Settling in warmth before the fire
To the call of the harmonica.
Sunday, October 03, 2004
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