Breezy
Lay in the hammock
I look around for the source of the music
There's a blackbird taking the credit
Though I see he doesn't have a guitar
His stage is the neighbours chimney
And he's every bit the front man
Beak syncing in time
The dog is running under the hammock
Raising me up
Or maybe in this daydream
I'm crowd surfing
I sway in the sun
Aware of a paradise behind my eyes
The softness of the seconds before sleep
And the permission to just be
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2024
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