Arms Aloft Into Scope

A spare room full of dreams and hope,
arms aloft to the submariner’s scope,
funk and New York nightlife join in.
Conversations through a stranger’s window,
enthusiasm, singing and my boy’s smile.
Red wine washes away the nine to five,
sun setting to blue and golden skyline,
holiday magic that money can’t buy.

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