Poetry should be as simple as possible, but no simpler (as Einstein may have almost said)
Nice to see another post.When I was in Harvard Square once I saw a young woman playing in the street, probably a student. She was playing Bach. It was love at first sight. I never saw her again but I still love those moments - being smitten. Just for a moment, ones mind dreams up a whole future.violinist in a lighted window - sound of traffic.Consider my Haiku a kind of conversation with yours.... if that's ok...
slick image and framing. :)
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