lambenttyto
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Fantasy Blues
Blues harmonica
on a hot summer’s day.
The rustle of corn stocks in the cool breeze.
A dusty dirt road and the black clouds
of an approaching lightning storm.
A flash from that dark wall, as
thunder rumbles over the sky
and a fresh wind blows cold—
the sweetest kiss of serenity
as the growl and whine of a single-prop biplane—distant,
scrabbles across the horizon.
The loamy scent of earth in the air,
the coming rain
and the day’s hard work, done.
My muscles ache, and life is good.
A cliché—the blues for a fantasy even,
but if ever I return home…