Breathing into a magnolia sweet evening

a cello weeps from an apartment;

late persistent summer clouds

flatten under an orange-blue horizon.

The air divides as the sound walks over

tired curtains and past yellow chipped paint,

descending to an alley absent of life,


garbage cans and locked back doors.

A hallway fills with music like an incoming

full moon tide,

wetting cracked tiles and stained walls.

For a moment the city releases from loss

as the strings from the cello

bridge us to a place of

calm waters.





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