Ceiling Molds Ceiling molds to concrete plates, The napkins we fold just to relate, Or just to find a buzzing bumblebee, And a humbled me, The sneakers pounding brass pedals and wooden floors, Fingers on keys, my eyes on yours A rocking chair, An impending end, The summer air That is a friend
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