Bishop serenaded me today.
It was a treat that I adored,
his voice was so soft and
sweet and all the angels stopped
to listen. There were no doves,
just pigeons, no audience gathered
around him. There were no
fees or lines to stand in, but I was dressed appropriately.
All the boys, his friends, were there talking.
But they stopped. We all stopped.
My paint dried on the canvas, the wind shifted and Bishop made the earth stand still for just a moment.
Thank you, Bishop, your voice is the sound of Hawaii.
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