Cosmic breakfast

Someone is strumming guitar

under a tree.

Table for two:

Each person is faintly singing,

as if substituting for birds.

The music rises,

breeze powered,

settling like leaves

into the spaces between lives.

Notes in harmony

orbit each other like multiple suns.

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