Riverside

Blunt instruments
out of tune blues
breaking into regular programming
with subversive subscriptions
while the sun crawls up my wall
and slowly blinds to white
I feel the solar radiation pulse
as my search returns no result
the gentle road folds into the hills
rolls me right to my front door
and as the last boat roars in departure
my head swims in solitary rapture.

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