There was a gifted and shifted street covered of cement with heat, absolute sunlight was preheatable flame, not much on misty clouds appeared on the luxurious clear blue sky, unmovable trees were standing still, road work was trying to get the upgrade going, let the summer of life came in, wear shorts and t-shirts, sandals on feet, enjoying the day so far, the hammock hanging down on threads to take enormous naps peacefully and wise, listening the nature of intelligent birds everywhere, a pair of San Francisco, California best sunglasses, the wind was calling in poetic words
Written by
Michael James Brindley
5-24-19
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