THE ALLEY BELOW

Spilling

from an open window

like morning tides

creeping wet and slow

into tidal basins,

a horn from the second floor

washes to the alley below

between red chipped

brick walls.

Shadows form

the coolness of notes,

like stars falling under

a black heaven

pushing the beat

of jazz as a man pulls

the sound

with deep breathing

into his knowing

where understanding

grows Greater

with each breath.

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