Out the back of the pub, overlooking the river and a running path... life is beautiful when we sit back and listen and look and notice.
Sitting alone in a crowd eating cheap Chinese became No words… just birds Whistling over the distant car hum, The car hum from the street beat not a mile away. And the soft music, the slow river, flat chair and hard bench That’s been eaten off and partied on some other day. A bike rider, street walker, jogger and car pass under the haze Of a sky, I sigh And the birds replace words.
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