We’ll dance till the band
runs out of breath…
Music
I for one do not have energy
to match…
I don’t remember
the name of the music…
the jazz only a trombone
can make
slide down the avenue…
winds smooth
over wood, glossy
surfaces, lift…
I plan
to sit very still
not move
for an hour…
gallop, gallop
all the way…
walk into the water,
it swallows you,
breath in the moment
is trapped in your lungs….
warm brass breath
rising on summer evening…
trombones
jab orange javelins
into the air…
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