hold three perennial hopes
one young green artichoke
for each dormant ensemble
children instruments excitement
locked out as am i
our band room a silent
cold dark vacant block
baton hidden away
in a brown leather case
no cellos no basses
no violas no violins soar
no sousa no gershwin no zacatecas
no brass no woodwinds no drums
rouse the town echo in the elms
the stream and birds sing without us
april 20
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