PUSH AND PULL

 

 

 

 

 

His gift

thrives from his

pain

as he trumps the air

with his horn.

Golden flashes

strike the wall

as his hands

lift the notes

weighted with years.

His music

draws in

with pull

while the sounds

push

then tease

twisting around

faces like

lovers’ fingers

begging for

mercy.

He sticks

the jazz

deep into souls,

like arrows

striking.

 

 

 

 

 

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