harmonize with me.
harmonizing, we.
dual dial tones,
dilly-dallying chords.
dread the dead dawn,
that sad sack o’ sun,
cold and wet and
just around the bend.
when sound swims
and sight vibrates,
when speech gets gummed
on wobbly walkways…
we’ll link arms and
lean into the wind.
harmonizing, we.
harmonize with me.
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