It must have been the dogs barking faintly down the street,
or the pavement with little white stones in it.
It could have been the way the trees tangled in the power lines
that hung above the garage.
The flowers that lined the entire curving driveway.
The airplane whizzing by far above our heads.
The white satin clouds staying afloat in the indigo sky.
Or were they floating away?
It was the good world all in a moment I can’t help but hold onto forever.
Clarinets almost hum in my ears every time I live in the past.
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Beautiful beautiful .... I could read this 100 times........
Thank you Lorna, that’s quite the compliment!!!
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