Summers Ease

“Will that piano fit?”

As the sleepy eyes 

Slide open on this Indiana town

We pack our belongings to head east

Back to Brooklyn

In a summers ease

I grab my keys

It’s almost noon now

Time passes us quickly

As we make our way back to they city

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