an annonymous breeze laughs through the branches
of an old, but wooden, friend
out breaks a playful dance of spontaneity
amongst the golden leaves and streamers of air
as the green sway in time.
spinning, spiraling, somersaulting,
tracing the paint-laden fingertips
of an invisible child's artistic impulses.
i stand on the street corner,
eyes and heart
caught up in the romance played out
just ten metres above the asphalt.
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