open sky ensemble
to a closed-minded 3-piece band
all weaving, pooling together
their love of love
gingerly the bows brighten the square
or the electric buzz rattles the night air
hands dance
eyes watch the punctuated notes
black steerage on paper
that forgives no one at no time
and the music grows
like a vine wrapped around my heart
not subtle, but bittersweet, not permanent
but i am no less in its grasp
a craft whose sails know no sunset
note by sustained note
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