Improvisation
Take it in
deep down in the lungs
one long easy pull when it comes around
now hold it
long as you possibly can
pass it on quietly without too much fuss
reverence
tempered with toe cramping
laughter shading to great heaving sobs
streaked
beet red face a mirror
angled toward sundown’s broken yolk
twilight’s
tarnished opening chords
all swelling strings and quelling brass
strike me
as rather odd
but then again only one measured
exhalation
is allowed.
Lungs bursting
I cradle my horn and wait to come in on The One.
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