lovesong for the violin woman in my apartment parking lot last night

she is standing under the philharmonic sun
playing her violin so gently and sweetly
my eyes stutter

:::this happens to be the movement of oceans:::

and certainly these quiet melodies can go on at least
as long as memories fo childhood linger
(past-due notices on doors)
but these sweet songs keep charming me
to sleep.

2004-06-22 | 9:19 p.m.
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