My fingers are full of music
and the backyard with inspiration
blowing
respite from hazy summer beats.
Boring birds sing hallelujah
on electric vines, in harmony with
the B-side of the wind,
tracks laid down in suburban trees.
And doves mourn the passing of
the mellow night, the morning
traffic swelling like a symphony:
a shell held to the ear bringing whispers
of the Pacific Coast Highway.
About the Creator
Brooke Farrar
Inspired by Lemony Snicket, who kindled a flame in my childish mind, and I am constantly in awe of Douglas Adams' ability to gather seemingly ordinary words into a confusing bouquet of inspiration and hilarity.
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