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Sep 2014
In the lamplight glow
reflects an evening
alone, again
hearing 100 watts
of horns blaring
riveted by the reflections
of instruments.

A sympathetic vibration
sets up a brassy glow.

Slide valves resonate
a harmonic series of note.
I sit
and tap my foot,
remembering.

My time in the
band, reflecting.
wordvango
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