Soft strum on the ukulele
Humming lilts under the
full throttle of children at play
Filtering under and through the
chirrup of sparrows
The full dull echo of the food trucks generators
hawking bean burritos and fish tacos
The clouds pouring down the mountainside
commingling with the vog,
melting into the distance
over the aqua blue waves of the sea
The mother and the birds and the
sea salt drenched air and the baby at my feet
kissing rocks and grass and
all is alive for him and me
And the pines bristling the skyline where the ocean fades away
somewhere far away from me
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