And in the midst of a crowd it can be hard to hear yourself think.
A red toy airplane buzzing overhead
Frisbee right behind us.
Soccer. Scene change. And the jets roar by.
Fireworks make me five again. White weeping willows in the sky.
I ran across the field, thinking they were over, only to find myself driving away from the finale.
Sounds Carry Uphill
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I cannot believe you lied to me and said you had stopped writing poems. You are a nut and I love the poems... so very you.
the show was so lovely, i was thrilled to see it. and comforted to see shakespeare can still be fun and accessible and so, so very engaging to so many (even as a red plane buzzes overhead!).
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