a boy
sits on a bench
with a guitar and
plays and strums, his striped sweater
rolled up at the sleeves
a silent melody pantomimed
a girl
sits on a blanket
the grass green but the ground colder than it looks
listening and
reading her paperback novel
the sun
shines bright upon
her words his notes their passing music
sprinkling along the passersby on the path
from a second story window
i watch
the boy the girl
the sun
and i desire spring in minnesota
to warm my heart.
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