Thursday, May 23, 2024

Summer of '24

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The numbers I splash,
On a blank canvas,
With stats I choose to sculpt.
Left-brain, right-brain,
Jostling on local train,
Myriad thought bubbles erupt.

Unending beat,
Swirl and retreat,
Bouncing, musical, hypnotic.
Ideas overflow,
Dying embers re-glow.
Bustling, lyrical, chaotic.

Fragrant fireflies
Singing in night skies
Symphonies as yet unfinished.
Opening the floodgates
Places and playdates,
Friendships rekindled, reminisced.

Sprinkling of chroma,
The spicy aroma,
Hazy and dim yet so clear!
Creamy word salads,
Crunchy, crispy ballads,
Quietly screaming in my ear.

Half-baked dishes,
Of zany wild wishes,
Murmurs & shouts of brain fogs.
Oh, such crazy musings,
The silly random cruisings,
As Cicadas debate Bullfrogs.

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(Inspired by a peaceful & warm summer evening grilling outside with friends, while listening to meaningless debates between neighborhood dogs & bullfrogs like eristic WhatsCrapp unkills.)