Street Music

A poem.

In my next life, 
I want to grow 
to a ripe old age 
and stand on a bridge 
crossing the Seine
making music 
with my friends. 

As our quartet 
serenades the crowd, 
pilgrims pass 

searching for awe, 
searching for love, 
longing for rebirth. 

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