Secret Delight

Fresh air
Morning sunlight
I burst out of the door
Running to work

Just as I
Brush past
Peonies, bleeding hearts, and
The wooden library box

A sound echoes
From an open window
Stopping me
In the middle of the track

The gentle sound
Is the sound of the banjo
Travelling in the summer breeze
Beckoning me

I start running again
But now there is lightness
As the music follows me
Through the tunnel of rustling leaves