I think it might be bliss
as our eyes can’t quite adjust
as the dress rehearsal
lets out in the
phosphorescent light.
I think it is contentment
that is casual perfection
in strolling down
the streets of yards
that bloom without a
thought to end yet.
It’s just a guess or story
we tell to
make their lives
a romance though we
see them
only in a window.
Little thought is given
As the open
club door
lets blue notes carry
their way to freedom.

rlb 06-30-2016