Loved ones gathered on the banks of the Illinois
Celebrating with food,
Moving with dance,
Smiling with laughter.
The banjo music reflects the blue sky in its twang.
Dogs and children make waves of water
and sound.

An apple in one hand, and barbecue smoke in my
head, I sit on this rock and think, “People are strange.”

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