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Oct 2015
nothing like jazz
to bring a community
together:

breezy summer evening
lawnchairs scattered
about the library lawn-

dignified grandmothers,
dancing toddlers,
long-haired ranchers,
hipster teens.
all sway to the beat.

smooth saxophone solo
bold trombone flair
drummer's voice crooning
wafts through the air

and for a song-long
moment,
time stands still
and we,
the motley assortment
of local folk
are a thriving,
living,
united
family.
Tonya Carpenter
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Tonya Carpenter
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