Young teenagers now sitting across from us, watching as they
see me writing to music, wondering what it is that I'm doing.
Smiling inwardly, but not stopping, giving just a mere reflec-
tion of this poetical life as it is being lived.
Quietly and contemplatively in the midst of musical rhythms
and insight here at McDonald's fast food restaurant.
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