scattering,
clammering around
unbeknownst to flattery
we blend with sounds...

like love making
and trumpets playing.
like anticipating
Mingus and his silent notes
debating.


Waiting on a train to come.
One day you'll understand
Choo Choo
Jum Jum

and tell it to your kids, my son
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"With peace and love in my lungs,
I hold my breath until the Poet returns."

--Boxcarboys