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there are the chord changes
of an american rock hero
emanating from a speaker
tied to a rack on the back of a bike.

there are palm trees and clouds
casting shadows on the varying
depths of the sea and bobbing hibiscus.
there is a father and a daughter
overcoming stubborn grudges and forced outings.

he wants to catch a melody
scribbling in a notebook.  
the ocean looks clean enough to swim in
but they both know it’s not.

riding home
side-by-side
he can feel the sun
on his arms.

this feels
like something.

when did everyone
become such strangers?