The flow of conversation with a friend seen for the third time in three weekends. How easily we weave between topics, while our wives and sons engage in their own.
The flow of our steps as we stride our neighborhood streets. How we talk like the best friends we are ten days after our 21st anniversary.
The flow of words across a screen. How the abstract contours of an unseen universe manifest in the tangible through each turn of phrase.
The flow of these life favorites. How this bruised but beating heart smiles at them all.
Katydid songs
as July yields to yet
another August
how we all live for these
quiet feasts of joy
for 31st July 2021 prompt: Gerry Muse #269
Frank J. Tassone 
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