Strangers Still

There within the mottled light
We sat as strangers
Music lifted off moving fingers
Like some kind of wizardry
Amidst the sunlight and serenade 
Casual words were tossed about
In a simple game of catch and release
The moment was but pocket change
In a lifetime full of treasure
But there among the swelter and song
At a table well appointed
Strangers became
Less strange

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