
i heard some music today the rhythm section of a little girl skipping behind her mom a gentle touch from a medical sage as he sang - you’re going to be okay - the pale brown dried hydrangeas shivering or dancing to the melody of this damp winter wind i heard the horn section of one member of the bumper to bumper traffic play a long steady tone no doubt the driver was in the fermata lane and rules are rules even the gray sky somehow drew it’s bow across the horizon a deep ostinato boasting of its power to tame the light it’s all music to me a chaos of simplicity a pale beauty a human connection a reason to dance when there is no reason to be found so i sang along
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