Soft wind chime melodies conduct the sunset symphony
on the floating summer breeze,
carried in through
open windows.
In the distance,
the sketchy, scratchy sound of an ancient jazz trumpet
wails from an old popping, cracking record player
singing of passion and the blues.
Harmonies chime in
on cricket-winged voices,
the bells and flutes
of fireflies dancing
amid the green gold light of evening.
The rhythms of basketballs
and jump ropes echo
against the fragrance of lilacs.
The sweet taste of iced tea
is accompanied by tiny tinks of ice cubes strumming cold glasses
as soft synchronized whispers
fade into the sunset.
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