Pantoum

Poems

I yearn to paint under the morning sunlight

and sing to a new crowd of people each night,

to write stories under the shade of a tree

and drink tea in coffeehouses painted green,

To sing to a new crowd of people each night

in dimly-lit cafés and bars with warm lights

and drink tea in coffeehouses painted green,

to pick steel strings and bow deep harmonies

In dimly-lit cafés and bars with warm lights,

I yearn to hear voices speak loud, soft, and bright,

to pick steel strings and bow deep harmonies

I yearn to be somewhere my soul can be free.

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