summer quickly folds,
cool days unexpected.
the mosquitos buzz,
stick and drink.
sounds bubble out.
strings become magnetic.
under microscopes tiny
things glare large.
sleep craggled man
shuffles middle aged
feet. clickety clack
the keys report.
a writing a
missive to keep
all informed about
new sounds new
words sung and
strummed for anyone
to hear or
to buy or
to steal or
to love or
to hate or
to think or
to dance or
to revel or
to blog about.
as erratic as
the punctuation in
this here submission
the words are
coming foward slowly.
they are only
waiting for acceptance.
grimm
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