each joyous dream bit twirling out from infinity
as I sat in Meng’s with the crew
watching the soothing streets without desire.
Suddenly I heard the exuberant sound of a kazoo
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In the midst of everyday moments, something ordinary becomes so much more and you can't forget it. No one can ever know another fully, all their/our thoughts and joys. Thank you!
Another good snippet of life. Very believable, realistic. I will encourage you once again to extend and develop one of these into a short story.
another good write. i was wondering charles if you could take up the option there is on the site to put them in an e-book, it only takes a couple of seconds to do and then i can store all your work on my computer and read at leisure when i'm offline.
I agree with PoHo; I would love to see some short stories by your hand. So many of your poems end before I want them to, and conjure up rich characters I would like to know more about. This one has a spark of hope without getting corny; tricky but well done.