CALM WATERS

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,

canvassing

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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