The low note of a saxophone,
brass melting in his hands
as she once did,
bows out to the sound of
a glassy-hued
Breaking: her voice
has found something
almost forgotten,
so from its chrysalis
unbound, pursues &
ascends.
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July 6, 2011 at 3:48 pm (Poetry)
Tags: 2011, change, experimental, future, Poetry
The low note of a saxophone,
brass melting in his hands
as she once did,
bows out to the sound of
a glassy-hued
Breaking: her voice
has found something
almost forgotten,
so from its chrysalis
unbound, pursues &
ascends.