Plungers and stock pots collide in impromptu celebration; Brussels sprout stalks bounce in mid errand jubilation. Makeshift expressions of fervent wishes appeased, As hope, quarantined, is at last released. In music, movement, motorcars, and masks; In hoots, honks, howls, and the occasional barks; In strangers hip hopping, and champagne corks popping; And in the sunny disposition of clear blue skies, The victorious City of Brotherly Love basks.
Photo Credit: Sincerely Media on Unsplash Read to me my darling, share what could only be yours. A more intimate moment, I know not, than when you spoke, and I listened, and the words sipped through your lips, soaked into my soul.
Photo by Lubo Minar on Unsplash I stand next to you As we take our daily stroll In the quiet unspoken comfort Of conversations of the soul The heady magnolia scent Wafts through the Pine; This is our daily pause, Our sojourn, yours and mine. We are neighbors now that I live On the street where you stay; Only, it is my tomorrow, And, it is your yesterday.
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