sometimes
i imagine living
in a simpler time
a small town
where i would ride my bike
down to the
diner
for a cup of coffee and a muffin
i would chat with the fishermen
before they went out
to cast their nets
into the briny sea
ah
how lovely
it would be
* The Possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
~Emily Dickinson
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