Not by hearing or listening,
but by feeling the rhythm,
body / mind resonating to it,
being effortlessly attuned to it:
That is how the music transports one --
how it changes one's mind.
the hawk swoops & banks;
i feel its flapping wings
as it passes.
The city sees like Santa Claus.
Every misdeed is captured.
Every lost soul is whereabouts known --
known but not shared.
The city sees all,
but it does keep secrets...
sometimes.
cloud touches hill as if it's resting on it. smell of spring rains.
rainy summer day masquerades as early spring, while noon plays dusk.
those flat wetlands might stretch out for miles, or, maybe, inches?
A man who sold marital aids door to door heard from a husband in an uproar. "An 'aid' for whom? It can't be the groom. Your product has three speeds, so I now need four."
There once was a lazy sales clerk who didn’t want clients to think her a jerk. The solution, you see, was the airport duty-free, where there’d be no obligation to work. [And the salary would be a nice perq.]
feather in water refuses to be removed, rolls from each grasp.
Tiger Riding for Beginners 