An invitation

A gentle wind flowed
over a small stone bridge
that led to the other side
while musical notes danced
in the late afternoon
among those who had gathered to listen

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Your music is beautiful
I don’t have any money on me
and I left my seed pouch at home,
but I can offer a home-cooked meal,
said a radiant woman in an olive green dress
when the song had come to an end

She then dropped her phone number
into the busker’s case,
smiled
and slowly walked away

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