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daydream at lunch
a plane growls overhead
invisible behind grey clouds
in the distance, white houses rest
on top a hill of yellowed reeds
before bluish backdrop of mountains
backed by more faded, teal lumps
the wind teases the hairs and tickles
the skin on the arms, laughs
blowing the mind's tumbleweeds
further down the empty trail
suddenly, a sedan parks;
the window rolls down,
voice asks, "Is this Linden?"
of the person benched
the person nods;
no sound is spared.
But the moment passes;
the stomach growls in upset.
invisible behind grey clouds
in the distance, white houses rest
on top a hill of yellowed reeds
before bluish backdrop of mountains
backed by more faded, teal lumps
the wind teases the hairs and tickles
the skin on the arms, laughs
blowing the mind's tumbleweeds
further down the empty trail
suddenly, a sedan parks;
the window rolls down,
voice asks, "Is this Linden?"
of the person benched
the person nods;
no sound is spared.
But the moment passes;
the stomach growls in upset.
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