Outdoor Music


By Frank Kearns

scraps of conversation ripple
across the outdoor patio
like wavelets on a farmyard pond

every one a tiny gem
a rise and fall
a glint of magic

each ripple like a poem
a note plucked on a harp
most beautiful when it is lost

in a swelling sea of sound
or an expanse of sparkling light
spreading out across the avenue

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