It's funny how a set of sounds gets to be so strongly associated with feelings of friendship; a jangle of keys, a particular cough, even the sound of a bike arriving at the front door...
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One Single Impression #229: friend
wailing bicycle
mimics braying horsefly song
clatter, doorbell rings
as humans we connect...so nice!!
ReplyDeleteSometimes some choose the quietness and presence under cover, cross dressing stance to allay suspicions. The other end come in flashy convertibles, elegantly dressed, spent money like water and pushed their luck to the extreme.Feeling of friendship is hilarity the way it all seems, apparently!
ReplyDeleteHank
Your lines are very audible ... loved them :-)
ReplyDeleteReminds me of my youth. I loved going out on my bike.
ReplyDeleteriding my bike over to play with a friend....great memory....thanx
ReplyDeleteI can relate to this. Your poem conjures for me the image of the think and beautiful enamel paint on my tricycle. Amazing. Thanks for this.
ReplyDeleteNicely captured moment!
ReplyDeleteHaikus are a form I have never been able to master. Well done.
ReplyDeleteDoorbell rings can be listened..:)
ReplyDeleteLove it! :D
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