The imperfect sounds of a child practicing piano gently waft through the air against another child's tears.
Cafe's full of people connected to their technology.
Texting and sharing their vegan raw salad and organic fairtrade coffee
The rain of the morning has past
Perhaps an afternoon massage
A skilled stranger, intimate with their distance
Leave rustling gently in the passing breeze
This defines ease
This is leisure
Pleasure of a Saturday afternoon
I love poetry.